Professionals. Doing unprofessional things ^^ Warning: Rated M for Mature ^^ It contains scenes with adult language, funny violence, horrible sex, disgusting humor, and crackamolees which may not be suitable for younger audiences. Do not proceed if below 18 years of age.

❝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

"You're nothing but a worthless slut!" Johnathan bellowed making me stop in my tracks. Out of all the things he has said to me, that one sentence pushed me over the edge. I turned around and glared. I clenched my fist and stalked towards him. He looked confused and unaware what I was doing until I punched his jaw with all my might. He fell on the floor holding his bleeding jaw and groaning. I turned around and walked away. "I'm not a slut!" I yelled before kicking down the door and exiting the school. ************************************** Rosie Ryder is being forced to marry by her slutty mother. Her mother has tried bribing her into seeing the marriage as a good thing but Rosie hasn't gave in. So spending her last year of freedom Rosie has stopped being homeschooled and spends her senior year in a public school. With fake identity and new look she is hell bent on making her own choices for once. She hates being compared to her mother. Johnathan Beckett is an alpha who has to pose as a senior in high school to spy on his rival pack. He wants to find his mate but his anger issues get in the way when he does find her. Rosie won't fall for the alpha so easily. THIS IS NOT A CLICHE Credits: original owners of the pictures Highest rank: #8 in werewolf on June 2nd #15 in fighting