The sound of hoof beats on the icy ground behind me made me run faster. I knew it was pointless to run. He would always find his mate. There was no way for me to out run him. I could hear him catching up to me. the closer he got, the more scared I became. My wolf crying out to me to stop and go to our mate. But, I wouldn't. I could never go to him willing. Suddenly, I felt his hands close around my waist and I was lifted off of my feet. He tucked me onto his lap and quite abruptly brought his horse to a halt. "You are mine, Mate," he said it so close to me that I could feel his breath on my ear. I shivered from his words, afraid to even breathe a word, "You are mine.... Forever!" And with that said, he turned his horse around and headed towards the castle that would forever be my home. His breath made me want to lean into his chest and accept him with every fiber of my being. Even though my wolf was screaming at me to embrace my mate and accept him. I could never love him after what he has done to me. Not after what he has taken from me. Staring ahead of me, I didn't even notice the snow that started to fall. I remember that horrible disaster from my past. I knew I could withstand him at whatever costs. But that's not what I was scared me. There is no escape, I am his forever.

"Now you listen, little red. You are mine. You belong to me! You are not leaving my side. I have waited too long for you and now that I have you, I'm not letting you slip through my fingers. Understood?" He growled. I smirked. "Over my undead body." *Currently Editing*

Being cheated on is the worst feeling ever. When I called my best friend Kyrn and told her what happened between me and Brett, she came over straight away. I always told her that I wished I would find a man that would love me and not just want sex all the time like most guys do. It turns out, that I would be getting my wish tonight. Tonight was the night that my best friend and I were kidnapped from my house by sexy Greek god kidnappers. Highest ranking: #1 in Werewolf

He's possessive. He's dominating. He's the Alpha of the fiercest, bloodiest pack in the world. He's my mate. - - - "You belong to me. Say it," he growled, walking towards me slowly as l backed up. I narrowed my eyes in pure anger. "I'm not a goddamn object in need of ownership, you cocky, arrogant, son of a b-" "I wouldn't finish that sentence, if I were you," he said, his electric blue eyes hardening. "Why? You can't do anything to me," I said bravely, hoping to distract him as my back touched the wall. I had no where else to go. I was trapped. He smirked slowly and I swallowed. He was suddenly in front of me, and caged me in by placing his hands on the wall above my head. "What can I do to you, beautiful Astoria?" he asked huskily, brushing his lips against my neck. "N-nothing." He chuckled lowly, making my stomach flutter. "Oh, I can do so many things to you, sweetheart. The question is, where to start?"

Elizabeth Grey, 19, long dark hair and is a wolf. Well... Sort-off. She's a werewolf. Like a human but a wolf. No, like a wolf but human. Like a mix. Okay lets just clear this up. Elizabeth Grey (or more commonly known as Liz) is 19, has long dark brown hair and is a werewolf-ish thingy sort-off. Lets just get on with the story shall we? Okay, so she ran away from her abusive step-father and is now scared out of her mind and about to commit suicide. But a certain male Alpha watching her can't let that happen. She hasn't found her mate yet, but she dreams about it every. single. damn. night. Waiting for her prince Charming to come along and sweep her off her feet, to protect her and love her forever. Well, he certainly does that. After all, he is Alpha Logan.