Favorite song right now for me.
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Maybe I had fallen asleep, maybe this was all a dream I was having and when I woke up, everything would be gone. No ball, no running, and importantly no mate.
Sadly for me my reality was everything had happened and now I bear the mark of Maverick Pryce on my neck.
Here I was still dangling, my hands and feet bound with vines, over his broad shoulder. My neck still has a slight soreness and it only increases my burning rage.
He marked me! Marked me! I didn't ask him to do it nor did he give me the time to want him to. I know why he did it too. He's afraid. Afraid I'll keep running from him and he marked me so that now I have a deeper connection to him. I can't leave him now, the pain would be unbearable.
Well played Maverick, well played. But just remember this I can play a better game....and I always win
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Forever His
Werewolf"Give up, little mate. Your all mine and no one else to even touch or think about you the way I do." I whimpered and suppressed back a moan. His warm, electric breath fanned onto my neck, my wolf moaned in my head. She loved his possessiveness. His...
