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My breath hitched at the close proximity of our faces, only inches apart. He was panting heavily, the hot air making me shake; his eyes were focused and angered, while mine were frightened. His hands rested on my shoulders, scaring me even more as to what he would do next.
"If you ever do anything to that amount again, I will make your life a living hell, got that?" He muttered, barely loud enough for me to hear. When I didn't respond, his eyes turned an even darker shade of red as his rage continued building.
"I said, DO YOU GOT THAT?!?" His fist slammed into the locker next to us, making me flinch as I slowly nodded, fear radiating off of me. He smirked before continuing, showing his teeth, sending shivers all down my body again.
"That's a good girl, listen to your superiors as long as you live, or you will get nowhere." I didn't have time to reply, as I was thrown to the side, hitting the hard floor. He scoffed as I whimpered in pain, then stalked off, away from pitiful presence I suppose. I'm weak and he's strong, it's what separates us in our pack, and I hate it.
That's why he's the alpha, and I'm nothing but the runt, the omega.
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Tika
They delivered me to him on a silver platter. Four years ago I was an ordinary girl with a privileged life. After killing the only family I have left, they call this my penance. As I watch the man they call a monster from underneath my lashes, the handcuffs burn on my wrist. The orange jump suit makes sweat drip down my ample bosom as he growls at me.
"Mate" he roars.
The others around us freeze as we are lead in line. His eyes never leave me as he gives orders while others call him Alpha. With a snap of his fingers I watch as one of his men shreds himself apart to turn into a hideous beast. As I meet his golden gaze and my world starts to tilt, only one thing is clear. I just became the prisoner of a monster.
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Xander
When I imagined my mate, I saw a woman of strength and great beauty. When I met her eyes for the first time she wasn't in chains. She wasn't a prisoner facing persecution for a crime. I find the sweet scent of her to be contradicting. The way my cock hardens behind my robe as she looks at me from underneath her lashes, lets me know that she is a very bad girl indeed. In that moment I decided, since I always bring out the best in people.....this time, I want to bring out the worst.