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Taking Saige

Taking Saige

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I couldn't help but watch him out of the corner of my eye: the way his brow furrowed up in concentration, the way he chewed on his lip as he thought, his messy hair falling over his face. I smiled to myself, thinking that any moment like this would have been the start of a romance arc in any basic novel. But as he turned towards me, that arc crashed into the floor. His yellow, slit eyes stared into mine. My face fell slack. Oh. Oh no.
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"You bastard! Let me go!" I screamed as soon as the gag fell from around my mouth. "You know I can't let you go, as I've already explained multiple times before, you're my mate." He explained patiently, while he walked closer and touched a strand of my dusty blond bangs. "No! I'm not you're friend."I gashed my teeth at him, trying to look menacing, but failing terribly when he chuckled and carried on stroking my hair. If it was not for my hands being tied up behind my back, and my legs being cuffed to the poles in front of me, I would have already clawed his eyes out, and kicked him where the sun does not shine, then I would have made my escape, but unfortunately for me I did not think that will be happening any time soon. "Not friend;mates. Mates, as in soul mates" his melodic voice was just above a whisper, and his lips where inches away from my ear. I looked at him, as if he had lost his mind, because even if I was not a shrink, I knew he should be diagnosed-crazy. "You're mad, you need some help-" Hi there, I'm Blair. Maybe I should start my story from the beginning, of how me; a average nineteen year old girl with daddy issues, ended up being kidnapped by a crazy guy, who believes I'm his soul mate, and he also thinks he's a werewolf-crazy right?

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