My paws made me feel as if I was floating, stopping rarely to catch my breath. My silver fur feeling the breeze run through it. The smell of the fresh and dampened woods that surrounding me as I stand just before the opening of a clear patch. I loved this feeling, the feeling of hunting for omegas. I want to rip someone's throat out slowly and listen to them scream in agony as I tear them to bits. I'm Elana and I'm also an omega. This is my story.
(Hello, this is a story that I hope all of my readers will enjoy. If you have read any of my stories before this one you will know I've never finished a story but I am extremely excited for this one and I will finish it just give me one last chance. I hope you all will vote and comment to tell me your thoughts. Have a good rest of your day.)
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He's Dangerous But I Love Him (18+)
WerewolfElana was a nineteen year old who has been on her own sense she was seven years of age and she's a werewolf. She needs a mate desperately to feel whole. Who she finds is everything and nothing she had exactly been expecting. Who does she meet and wh...
