Mated To A Married Woman

When a Lone Rouge beaten and bruised ran into Alpha Isaac Wellsons land on a horse, he didn't know what to think. Especially when he caught her scent, all he knows is that this adventurous, stubborn and rude girl was his mate. And that he would do anything to protect her, thigh the only thing that holds her back from opening up. Is the wedding ring on her finger.

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A werewolf walked forwards, his Detla title radiated off him in chunks. Yet the girl started down at him, with not a care in the world. She felt no need to bow to this wolf who she did not care for, what was the point? With almost a struggle he spoke after slow deep breaths, all the whole watching the way she controlled the majestic beast bellow her.

"I advice you get off that horse now."

"No thanks I'm good."

"Excuse m-"

"Shhh..."

"He-"

"Sh I hear something!"

"Do not-"

"Oh that's it! The voice of a pup who is yet to grow into his big boy pants!"

"Do not be rude to me, and get off."

"Ha! I'm not stupid pup, as soon as I get this hot little bootie down there I'm going straight to the cells. Well sorry not sorry I deserve a on suite with these looks. Your the Butler aren't you? I demand a drink! Chop Chop!"

The werewolf snarled loudly in anger at the rouges refusal and the insult to his title, his eyes melted into a fierce coal colour. The man repeated himself directing all his power at the girl in front of him. Jamie sniggered her eyes twinkled in amusement as once again she would defy his orders. By now the whole clearing was tensed, and all hail would go loose as rouges ran out of the woods.