3-first contact*

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KC POV:

The huge pack house comes into view after about a 2 hour walk. To say I'm tired is an understatement. Maybe it's because every so often I make a comment then get a beating. What? I can't help myself when one guy had he's pants zip down. I just had to say something.

I limp to the stairs as two pack members hold each arm and drag me up. They open the door and pull me. Just as I'm about to take in my surroundings a black bag is put over my head.

"Really!!?" I shout in protest and start thrashing. I can't see or properly smell or even hear. I need my senses!

"Take this shit off!" I protest. Someone hits the back of my head.

"Ow! What the fuck did I do to you!?"

"Shut up. Your waking up the pack" I think that is Seth.

I keep thrashing till I hear a nock. Probably on a door. I here a a few words then I'm shoved forward. I fall on my face but quickly stand, turn and rip the bag of my head.

"Do you want a fucking problem!?" I shout as the door closes. Only then do my senses come back. I smell the best thing my nose has ever come in contact with. I look around for the source. I'm in an office I think. My wolf is running around saying something but I need to find the source of this amazing smell. Shut up Massey.

I hear some words behind me that have me shocked. I turn only to say the same thing.

Mate

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Who saw this coming?🙋
So the big bad Alpha and the I don't give a fuck rouge are mates. Cliché right? No! You just wait.pls

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