Anna Jane Smith was an employee of the constraction company ''Walkers''. Her life was noticeably more quiet than a year ago. She had a stable job, she was safe. She hated it. Everything in her life seemed to be dragging on. It lacked excitement and adrenaline. Her routine-filled schedule consisted of waking up (if she managed to get any sleep), going to work, returning, sleeping, repeat. And today was no exception.
Sleep wasn't on her side the previous night, nightmares haunting her dreams everytime she closed her eyes. Nightmares so realistic and monsterous that someone in her age wouldn't even dare to imagine. But she wasn't just 'someone'. And those nightmares weren't just nightmares, but memories, memories she had succesfully buried so deep within her mind, locked up, but sometimes, some careless and lonely nights, these memories escaped their prison, and tormented the sleep of the young woman.
It was a peaceful morning. Anna was walking to work, running a bit late, trying to think if she had anything important to do today, tired, having spent the past week compeleting any projects that had been given to her. And then she remembered. Her boss, Jack Walker, informed her of a new, "vital", as he called it, project. She swore under her breath, picking up her pace, as she remembered that she a meeting with a new client as well.
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The pack house was almost filled. So many members that they barely had enough space for the people already there, much less for the children that were to be born. He needed to build a new one by the end of next year. Thankfuly, an old werewolf friend of his father's, Jackson Walkers owned a constraction company and he could offer just that, without any questions asked. The project was given to a human, who, according to Jackson, was the best employee he had. He reassured Mason that she was going to be discreet about this and that he didn't have to worry.
He was just outside the company building when he smelled it. The most amazing smell. He couldn't exactly understand what it smelled like, though. Deciding to follow the scent, he turned around and saw a beautiful petite woman, before whispering softly one word. 'Soulmate'.
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Keeping Secrets
Teen FictionHer. She was a mystery to everyone around her. Strong and independent, quiet and respectful, she is perfect. Well, except her dark past. Him. He was a strong, fair alpha. Respected by all. But in the age of 27, he still hadn't found his mate. Two p...
