My Protective & Possesive Mate

My Protective & Possesive Mate

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I glared at him, "Do your best fuck boy. Not like you can do anything to me any way." He started to growl louder. He raised his other hand up in the air, ready to smack me. I stood there, and waited for him to hit me, but he was stopped by another man. The man that appeared, had Max's wrist in a tight hold. He squeezed it harder, which caused Max to let out a yelp. "Now why would a little boy be hitting a lady?" the man questioned. Max let my wrist go and tried to take off the man's hand from his almost broken wrist. The man looked over at me with emotionless eyes, but softened when we locked eyes. His piercing blue eyes on my sky blue eyes. And all of a sudden I heard snaps and crunches of bones and screams of agony. But only one thing was going through my mind, while my wolf cheered in happiness. We found our mate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I own all characters, and story. They came from my own creation. Thank you to my best friend who is helping with editing! Please Enjoy, "My Protective & Possessive Mate"
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"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes. 'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth. "Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.

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