Private Property (White Wolf Series 2)

Private Property (White Wolf Series 2)

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I heard a branch snap making me imediately stop. I turned around and saw one of the most captivating man in the world step out from behind the trees. I stood there confused, a handsome shirtless man? In the middle of the forest? My brain was to distracted to think any further. He was at least 6 feet with tan cargo shorts hanging low on his waist with abs trailing up and humungous forearms. I swallowed hard as he walked over to me. I didn’t know whether to run away or run towards him. I took a step back as he smiled at me “Going somewhere mate?” Mate? What the hell? Is he Australian? “T-this is private property” I stuttered. I mean surely this wasn’t his property and he had no proof this was his land. “Yes. I know. I put up that sign” he smiled bigger taking a step closer Shit. “Alright well, sorry for trespassing I won’t do it again” I rambled in a rush Before I realized he was standing right in front of me. I swallowed hard as he leaned into my neck inhaling deeply making me develop goosebumps. Don’t think like this! You don’t even know who he is? What’s wrong with my body?
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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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