Becoming Who I'm Not

Becoming Who I'm Not

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Young love is so sweet. Couples are holding hands under the sweet bask of the moonlight. They sit on the porch talking as a light goes on, signifying their few hours apart. No, I have nothing against young love. No, it's the people who are ruining it that makes me sad. I'll admit, I am not a romantic. But that doesn't make it any more better that people like Adrian are going around and playing all the girls! We are definitely not some pieces that he can move on that evil little board called his life. So, feisty me kept my proper distance away from player Adrian Palmer as it should be. Minds like ours should not be collided or it will be dangerously lethal. I'm confusing you, aren't I? Well let's start out with the fact that my best friend, Almira, thinks that Adrian is is her soul mate. She's one of the romanticists. Of course I had to be supportive after a while, a moment without disdain led her to believe that I jumped on the Adrian bandwagon! Enough with the preword. Here's a tale of how my life got utterly, totally, shipwrecked.
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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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