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The world is plunged into a neverending darkness with the discovery of a creature only found in stories. Werewolves... Democracy is as weak as ever with the attack of the Alpha King and every human village is equipped with guns and specialised protectors called the hunters. Undercover men and women who fight to protect their people from the monsters that crawl outside their walls. Yet no one ever thought about the monsters inside the walls. The hidden beasts. Humans themselves. Neveah being abused on the daily dreams of leaving this prison of abuse after her parents died and her aunt took her into her care...As a punching bag. But the town of Bikharm is so fortified no one comes in or goes out unless authorised. So her town is attacked she takes a chance to finally leave and be freed. Until he caught her in his iron grasp. He being Leo Lewis Dean. An alpha.
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Re-posting. The common story is that finding a mate is supposed to make the wolf stronger. For an alpha, finding his mate, blessed by the moon goddess, strengthens the pack. But there can be such darkness hidden in that dynamic. Even those of cruel hearts can seek the power of a mate. And the damage they cause might not ever be healed. ***** Prologue: Drip. Drip. Drip. The rhythm or the water would have been soothing if it hadn't been so cruel. Drip. As it was, it was nothing more than a taunting form of torture. Drip. Ears could hear the soft thudding of raindrops at the end of the hall as a door was pulled open in squeaking protests and then shut with a harsh metallic clang. How the rain made its way into the depths of the cement room, it didn't matter. It was there. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. The footsteps were strong and full of purpose. Though just as unwanted as the drops of water that fell too far out of reach. Unable to quench the dehydrated desperation chained to the wall. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. Only one set of footsteps. There was no question of the destination or purpose that carried them down the hall. Not that it was a surprise. It was always the same. First the pain, then the visit. The cell door opened to darkness. There was no energy to move, not even enough to will eyelids to open. Not that it mattered. The visit never changed. What more could be said? What more could be done? All that mattered was that stale, barely edible food was only given after he was done. Only then, could there be any comfort from hell. ***** WARNING- This story does delve into topics of kidnapping, imprisonment, rape, murder, and violence. Though the scenes are not explicitly detailed, underage readers are discouraged. Also note that I do not own the rights to any photos I have or might post for this story. Just photos I found online, cropped and edited. The story however, is all mine. No copy of content is permitted.

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