I had fallen asleep a few minutes after Vincent made that deal with me. I couldn't believe how easy he was making this. Honestly, I'm fairly sure he's lying to me. He and I both know that there's absolutely no way he can possibly make me love him, let alone grow fond of him, within a week. He pretty much just secured my spot in Florida.

Of course I was a little bummed out that he said that he'd still be keeping an eye on me when I manage to leave him, but I guess we can't win all of our battles.

Now I was truly awake, forced to do so because of the sunlight pouring in through the window that I had not seen last night. I groaned, all the extra light making our shack look extra crappy. The wood was old and chipping, and there was no TV...or any other electrical appliance besides the little light bulb dangling from a string-like wire.

The door opened and in walked Vincent. Huh, I didn't even notice that he was gone. Oh yeah, I'm so going to win this bet.

"Good morning Mate," he cheerfully said, holding a plastic bag in his hand that was filled with something. "How are you feeling about me today?" He had on an expectant face, as if just saying "good morning" was supposed to be some magic phrase to make me fall in love with him.

I scoffed. "I didn't even notice you left."

Vincent's smile disappeared and his shoulders slouched a little. "Well, hopefully this will make you at least like me a little bit," he said, tossing the plastic bag onto the mattress that was on the floor that Vincent expected me to call a bed.

I reached into the bag, finding new shirts and jeans – all my size and style. I looked up at Vincent in confusion, who just smiled back at me.

"It took me a lot of doing, but I managed to scourge up some money to buy you some clothes, since the rest of yours are back in the other territory," he elaborated.

These clothes weren't actually that bad. They were just my style, which was plain and a lot of dark colors. They even seemed to be brand new, the tags on them, but the price blacked out. I then looked up at Vincent.

He was dirty. He was only clad in a pair of board shorts that appeared to be a hand-me-down. I'm guessing that they used to be black, but due to all the dust and age that got on them, they look more like a charcoal gray/dark brown. Vincent wasn't even wearing any shoes on his feet, which looked all rough and beat up. He was shirtless, his torso looking like it was covered in a film of sweat and that dust had collected on it as well, making him look a little gross to touch. I couldn't believe that even Vincent's hair looked horrible as well. Usually it looked like it was gelled up, but now it just looked all ragged and like he had massive, unattractive bedhead.

Unsure how to ask why he looked so ugly, I just decided on a different tactic. "Did you get yourself any new clothes?" I asked.

Vincent shook his head. "Didn't have enough money," he shrugged.

I suddenly felt guilty, looking down at the new clothes I was just bought. "Why didn't you just buy me less?" I tried.

Vincent chuckled, as if I should already know the reason why. "You're more important," he simply stated.

Nice try Vincent! I know what he's trying to do! He's trying to get me to feel all sorry for him because he's so helplessly in love with me, that he'd rather buy me all these new clothes than himself. Therefore, he's forced to walk around looking like some hick. Well, it's not going to work.

"Well, thanks," I said, getting ready to change. "What's the weather like out?"

"It's actually a little cold," Vincent said.

"Then why are you sweating?" I asked, pulling a new long-sleeved shirt over the one I wore now so that I could remove the old one from under the new one, away from Vincent's perverted gaze.

"I ran here," he said, sounding a little confused as to why I'm actually taking an interest in what he does. "I don't like leaving you alone, so I made sure to hurry while buying the clothes."

That made sense. When I finished getting ready, I stood up and stretched out my limbs, hearing my back pop. "I'm hungry," I bluntly said.

Vincent perked up. "Okay," he said. "I'll make you something...but first I need to find ingredients." He rushed over and grabbed my hand, leading me out of the room. The whole way, I held my breath so as not to inhale some of Vincent's sweaty body odor. However, as soon as we left the room, I couldn't help but gasp.

Apparently, the room was our house. Only the room! Because as soon as we exited the room, we were outside! And this was a crappy version of outside. The grass was all dead and looked all needle-like. There were patches of soil, but it looked like it was all black and infertile. All around were similar little huts, close to our poor excuse for a home.

There were even other werewolves around. All of them were dressed up in rags meant to pass as clothes. Some were wearing clothes that maybe fit them in their child years, but were still worn because that's all they had. One female werewolf looked at me, eyeing my new clothes and snarled, obviously jealous.

It was then that I became aware that a majority of the girls in the area were staring at me, some narrowing their eyes in anger, some widening their eyes in surprise. All of them were wearing tattered dresses or dirty jeans.

Vincent quietly laughed. "Well Mate, I guess you're now the best dressed in the omega community here."

Now I do have to admit, that it pretty cool. Vincent spent all his money just so that I could feel pride in what I looked like.

"Damn she's fine," I heard one voice comment, no doubt belonging to a male.

I turned my head to see two male werewolves eyeing me, one of them pointing as he talked about me to his friend.

"Hell yeah, check her out," his friend mused.

Vincent's grip on my hand tightened, and I could hear his breath get all labored, like he was fighting to control himself. I looked up at him, seeing him glare at the two guys and bare his teeth at them, his canines looking intimidating.

But the guys didn't get the point.

"Man, what I wouldn't give to have her as my mate," one of them said.

Then Vincent snapped. I felt my body get shoved behind his. He stood in front of me, in a defensive stance, his claws out and a low growl escaping.

"She's MY mate," he growled at the guys.

The one on the right laughed at him, not even a little afraid of the snarling wolf who clearly outweighed him by at least fifty pounds of muscle. Shoot, even I was a little scared, and I was the one Vincent was protecting, not even considering attacking me.

"Silly mutt," the guy laughed. "Omegas have no right to human mates in this territory."

Vincent whimpered and immediately moved back to me, tightly gripping my arm in his powerful hand. The other wolves laughed at him.

"What does that mean?" I piped up.

The werewolf on the left spoke up this time. "That means that a human can leave their werewolf mate if they're an omega, and the wolf can't do anything about it. Humans have a lot more rights in this territory, God knows why."

No way! So coming to this shitty territory actually had its perks. I couldn't help the smile that was forming on my face. I can leave Vincent! Now, legally! And he won't be able to do anything according to law; and our stupid deal would go out the window!

My happiness seemed to escape me when I heard another whimper.

I glanced down at Vincent, who now clung onto my torso like I was a life preserver. He had his head resting where my heart was, his eyes tightly shut. This man, who just seconds ago was ready to murder two guys, was diminished to a desperate boy, who held onto me as if his life depended on it.

The other werewolves spoke up again.

"Hey Sweetheart," the taller one said, "how about you ditch the loser and get with a real wolf?" He then let out a loud howl, as if it were some kind of mating call.

Eww! This werewolf looked even worse-off than Vincent! He wasn't muscular like him, and his canines weren't as shiny when he showed them off. Plus, I'm pretty sure Vincent has a louder howl.

I shook my head. "No," I said, "I'm with this guy." I patted Vincent's shoulder to add emphasis.

Vincent perked up and looked at me in disbelief. "You're choosing me?" he asked, sounding like he had just won the lottery.

"Yeah," I sighed, knowing that he was going to get all happy and annoying later on.

"I love you Nora!" Vincent cheered as he pulled me to him. I expected him to just wrap me up in a sweaty hug, but instead I was shocked when I felt something slimly and warm enter my mouth.

My eyes widened in shock as I stood there, getting Frenched by Vincent, who was happily exploring the crevices of my mouth with his tongue. He held my head in place with one of his beefy hands, while his other arm was secured around my waist. Yeah, he was trying to keep me to him as he stole my first kiss. If I wasn't paralyzed in shock, I would have tried to fight him off or something, but instead I just stood there, doing nothing.

Finally Vincent pulled away, panting. "I love you," he breathed. Then he looked over my shoulder at the other two werewolves, snarling.

He pushed me behind him. I began to spit Vincent's saliva out of my mouth as I heard him beating the crap out of the other wolves.