Winter's POV
I looked in the box to see my old friend from when Gabe held me prisoner. She was a sweet caring lady. She was old but still so beautiful. She was like a mother to me. She was the only reason I did not kill my self during those days. What I saw in the box was my care taker, my motherly figure, my friend, Miss Moon.
I saw her eyes cut out and a picture of us baking together. I could not take it I broke down on Darron's shoulder.
~ flashback ~
After my beating Gabe helped me with my wounds and Miss Moon baked some cookies for me.
"We have to get out of here." Gabe randomly said. I know that he would like to get out but he had never said it out loud.
"I agree with you Gabe but where will we go?" Miss Moon asked. Yeah... Where would we go? We don't know anybody near here that is not working for him.
"Tonight. We should go to California. I don't think any one who works for him there." Gabe said and I instantly agreed.
Later that day at night Miss Moon, Gabe and I snuck out. We were walking for a while until Gabe had to dissappear for a potty break. After a few minutes I got worried and looked for him but what I saw was something I never imagined. Gabe is selling us out. Gabe betrayed me and Miss Moon.
~end of flashback~
I felt someone shaking me so I looked up and found a worried Darron.
"Winter. Are you alright? You zoned out for awhile there." He asked his voice full of concern and worried. I nodded my head but it looked like Darron did not believe I was alright. "Are you sure you are alright?" He asked aging.
He looked at the severed head of Miss Moon had me break into tears. Darron quickly ordered someone to depose of the head.
"Baby. What is worng? Who was that? Are you alright? " Darron asked and I told him everything about my past. About Gabe. About Miss Moon. About my life as a slave. Everything. I did not miss one single detail. After I finish with my story Darron was mad was an understatement. He is furious and was ready to kill. I pulled him into a hug.
"Hey it is alright. I am here because you saved me Darron and I love you for that." I said. Darron pulled away and grinned like the cherished cat. I looked at him confused and when I looked over my words that I have just said I relized that I just told Darron I love him for the first time. I looked over the time we have spent together and I saw nothing worng with my words. For only knowing for only a couple of day or weeks I know that I love this alpha sitting in front of me grinning like there is no tomorrow.
Suddenly I was picked up and spun around in circles while Darron is still grinning. He finally put me down and attacked me with a kiss telling me how much he loves me.
"I love you too. I love more than you can imagine." Darron said after he pulled away from the kiss. His lips are brushing mine slightly. I smile and kissed him again. We kept on kissing even when we ended on the bed and clothes staryed to fly. That night was the best night I ever had. That night I had completed the mating process with Darron the man I am completely and uterly in love with.
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Author Note
I know you might all probably think this is too early on in Winter's and Darron's relationship to be in love because they only know each other for a couple of days or about a week. I forgot how long but I don't care. I know most werewolves when they find their mates they complete the mating or at least mark their mate when they first meet. I know this beco use I am a werewolf. Yes I am a werewolf and if you say I am not then you are a sore lose because you are not a werewolf while my followers and I are. Any way back on track, Darron had to wait almost one year to mark his mate so this was expected to happen or else Darron's wolf would have just forced Winter unto this because of the upcoming threats.
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Abused Winter
WerewolfI was kidnapped from my family at the age of 5. Ever scine then I was abused mentally and physically. I was also raped many times. I hate my self for being weak , not able to do anything to stop it. But that's not what hurts me and make me hate mys...