*Extract from Badass Rogue* I aimed for his neck but he turned me around, tangling his body with mine. Frustrated, I elbowed his face and I backed the fuck away. "Give up?" He asked quietly, his heavy breathing echoing. I scoffed. "You're fucking kidding me, right?" "I don't want to hurt you." I watched him as he spoke, I quietly chuckled at his pathetic attempt to make me lose. "Fuck you!" I ran to him with my exhausted leg and used my strength to push him back. He caught me and threw me to the ground, causing a enormous pain to travel through my back. I pulled his body so he fell to the ground, he pushed me away and turned our bodies so I was facing him. I writhed in my spot, attempting to get away from his grip. "Don't move." He demanded. Before I could answer, his lips were on mine. -Editing + wrote this ages ago so it does have many problems with it, not my finest work I have to admit so be warned.

Highest Rank : #1 in Werewolf Category. When Chriselda stumbles upon the land of the Dawnfall Depths Pack to save her friend, she comes across her mate. She thought that he will run towards her, hold her in his arms and kiss her passionately. But none of these things happen. Her mate doesn't run towards her neither holds her in his arms and neither kisses her passionately. Instead of a loving mate, she finds a cold-hearted Alpha standing in front of her. And they always say that there's a story behind every cold Alpha. [NOTE : Not a Rejection Story. I believe that rejections don't exist in the werewolf world. If rejection existed, then werewolves wouldn't be having mates. I really find the idea of rejecting your mate absurd because mates are supposed to be the one for you, the one you cannot live without and the one who is supposed to be your soul mate. So, don't take this story as another rejection story. Also, I'm working really hard to make this story as non-cliché as possible. If you're bored of the cliché werewolf stories and want to read something unique, then you've selected the right book to read. I hope you'll enjoy reading this story.]

Raised in a family of hunters, Silveree Redhood has been trained to fight and hunt wolves. Armed with high tech weapons, skills and knowledge, she aims to become one of the best hunters in the world. Her life couldn't be any more perfect...however, fate decides to play a cruel joke. Her family is attacked by a huge pack of rogues. She manages to survive but later on she finds herself shifting... changing into something she had been taught to despise and hunt...a wolf. What would the newly shifted former hunter do when she wakes up and finds out that the ones who rescued her were the wolves of the Blood River Pack? Will her hunter side take over and kill the wolves who helped her or will she learn to accept that she had indeed turned into something that she hated?