"You're mine sweetheart." He growled and pulled me into his chest. "Um sorry to burst your bubble but I'm not a piece of material that you can own." I said pushing him away. Feeling the sparks rush through my body. "You are mine and I am yours!" He growled and his eyes got a dark shade of blue. "I think I'll pass, thank you." I whispered and tried to push away once more. The tall handsome boy started to growl again. What? He can't just have me. I may be his mate but he has to earn it. • • • Becky Taylor was a 17 year old werewolf. She was the captain of the girls varsity soccer team and head cheerleader. She thought she had the perfect normal life and it would stay that way until He came along. That's when everything went downhill. • • This book has some sexual content and bad language. This is completely original. Please don't use my ideas without asking for my permission personally. Thank you. Highest Ranking: Werewolf #19

This was my first story when I was literally 12 so please be gentle. Everything is unedited from 12 year old me because I'm focusing on completely rewriting my second story bc I cringe thinking of rewriting this one. This story is literally all over the place right now because it's my first book! read at your own risk!!! All rights reserved© 2013 meaning steal this & you die

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION