His White Wolf

His White Wolf

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she was different compared to the others, her fur was white, her eyes were silver. she was a rouge and she had the purest fur. his fur was black, his eyes were blue, he was the alpha and he killed any rouge he came across. What happens when she tresspasses into his land? she caught his eyes and she was captured. Zephyr Storm the 18 year old rouge now lived in a small cell of which 20 year old Alpha Archer Cross put her in. "you are mine and that is all that matters! if you don't stop struggling now I'll mark you right here, right now!" he growled angrily at her. "I'd rather be dead than be your's!" that was the only thing me and my wolf Ara could come up with.
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"I am a werewolf." As those words slipped through my lips, my angel looks at me bewildered. "You're a-a- what?" I nod, "A werewolf. But not just any werewolf- the Alpha King of all Werewolves." Her cheeks that were once rosy, slip of its red color. "H-how is that possible?" She asks examining me. She places her hand up to my face. I basically melt into her palm as she is tracing me up and down, dazed in a fantasy. "I have been living for centuries and I finally found you. I found you when you were born. I didn't want to rip you from your family and innocence. I know this is a lot, but this is all happening because you now almost of age to be my Alpha Queen." My angel looks as if she was going to pass out. "Prove it." She asks in disbelief. "Do you want me to show you my wolf?" She nods hesitantly. "I will. Promise not to scream or run away. My wolf does love the thrill of the game of chase." She shudders at my response and I frown. I begin stripping myself of my clothes. "I suggest you close your eyes or turn around, if you don't want a show." The red color returns to her cheeks and she blushes, covering her eyes. Bones cracking and fur sprouts out from my human skin to transform into my large black wolf. With one look at me, it was enough for my angel to faint. My wolf whimpers as her closes her eyes in shock and falls onto the bed. I hope she will accept us. My wolf lets out a sad howl in agreement.

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