Just One Touch

Just One Touch

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jul 21, 2018
"MINE" he shouted from across the room, looking directly into my soul with those piercing, golden eyes of his, while every person in the room turned their heads towards me. I ran out the door, deep into the woods while dragging my long, blood red dress with me. Why did this have to happen to me? Why him? But more importantly, why me? Tell me Moon Goddess why did HE have to be my soulmate? He ran after me and grabbed onto my shoulder, I tried to pull away, but he just tightened his grip and pulled me into his arms. And with that one touch, I felt my whole world flash before my eyes and felt a million sparks spread throughout my body, from head to toe. And at that moment I knew, he was my mate and I couldn't do anything to change that. Want to find out what happens next? Keep on reading to find out! Thank you for your support!~WolfLover 🖤
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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