My mind quieted as my blood rushed. Demir? How could my mate be a Demir?
The Demirs were some of the most famously known as noble, pure-breded werewolves.
And while the other nobility packs faded out of the existence whenever the Alpha King got mad at them, the Demirs hung on during the toughest of times by pulling favors on the lower packs that they had previously defended from enemies or funded during low times.
The Demirs, however, never were classified as the "kindest pack". They were vicious, and brutual. They had seen millions of years go past in which their line outlived, and were willing to fight with everything they had to keep their pack safe. Everyone was scared of them.
And I was here, in front of my mate.
The most vicious, violent, and powerful Alpha in existence.
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Chloe had a normal life once. One in which she went to their local community college in the medical field, stayed with her family, and never found her mate.
But when her family was brutally killed, and Chloe was made a rogue, she came across her mate, Reese Demir, THE STRONGEST Alpha in existence.
Despite the fact that Chloe has to deal with this strong, vicious Alpha, she must also discover the reason why he is pushed her away, when all he really wants is her.
As her mate is pushing her away, as packs are disappearing, as werewolves are ending up dead in just the same way her family was left behind, as werewolf suicide becomes more common, what will Chloe do?
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A/N: Obviously, from the description, you can tell that some of the parts in this story will be mature ideas(such as suicide, rape, and other violent themes) and also (possibly) sex. Not any part of this story may be copied. All Rights Reserved.
They call them enforcers-They are the ones that come in and clean up when laws have been broken. They are the most feared and strongest of us. They were the ones who couldn't live peacefully in the packs so they decided to make use of them. Soliditary wolves with alpha personalities.
I am not like them. I'm worse. I'm a considered a rogue. Something that must be hunted down an exterminated. I'm not a bad person and I've never hurt anyone in my life but my wolf, I can't control her when I shift. We saw something when we were young. My whole pack was slaughter before our eyes and now my wolf is like a wounded animal she lashes out at times unable to tell between friend and foes. A uncontrollable wolf is dangerous in a pack. That is why I chose to live as a rogue, hiding from the werewolf committee and their laws.
Luckily I've learned to blend in very well but when I end up in the wrong place at the wrong time my peaceful life quickly comes to an end. Now I'm the prisoner of the enforcers who should have killed me. Why haven't they killed me? Well because by some cruel trick my mate turned out to be their leader. Now I'm stuck with someone who isn't sure if he should kill me or if he should take me to his bed. Don't I get a say in any of this?
How could this possibly get any worse...
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