The Fallen Angel

The Fallen Angel

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This story begins in the middle of September; the leaves had begun to change into a rainbow of reds, oranges, yellows, and greens - that were making everything seem a bit brighter then when it would after Winter arrived. My home was in Asheville, North Carolina. The old cabin rested a couple miles down from the next nearest house; nestled into the thick wooded area, a couple hundred yards from the road - and about five miles from The Blue Ridge Parkway. Mighty Chestnut Oaks, Black Birch, Red Maple, White Ash, and Pitch Pine trees surrounded the handmade cabin which I called home. Not to mention countless other trees, bushes, shrubbery, and flowers that I couldn't identify if I tried. None-the-less, my house wasn't easy to find, especially since the only way to get to it was a dirt path - which just so happened to come after a very sharp turn, so if you were going faster than forty-five there would be no way you could make the turn quick enough. And even if you managed to get on the path, my house was easy to miss due to the shrubbery, and trees surrounding it.
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CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. "Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall. A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked. I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me. His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me. "Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet." My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again. He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric. I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination. "Say it," he demanded. I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back. ***************** Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is. But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is. Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away? Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision. Is it worth it?

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