Bonded

Bonded

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He thought werewolves were killed off hundreds of years ago. That is, until he turned into one. She thought she had her life planned out. That is, until everything she knew about herself was wrong. Not your typical, cliche werewolf story. Long time Wattpad reader, first time Wattpad writer. Any and all feedback is appreciated. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> He cleared his throat and then looked her straight in the eyes. "Rebecca, we are mates." "Mates? What the hell are you talking about?" "Soul mates. The Moon Goddess gifts each werewolf with a mate. Our perfect partner. Our other half. We... you and I, are mates." He explained. "And you know this how? Because you sure as hell didn't mention anything the thousands of times, we were together when we were kids." "You can't recognize your mate until you are 18. I left when I was 17. I didn't know then." "But somehow you just know now?" "Yes." They had been apart for too long. He needed to touch her. He needed to get her back in his arms. The continued separation was making him irritable. She huffed. This was like pulling teeth. "How?" "I just know." "Tell. Me. How." "Because!" He exploded then he closed his eyes for a moment to calm himself before continuing. "Because when I saw you again in Norway the entire world tilted on its axis. The center of the universe shifted. You are the center of my universe now. I simply revolve around you. Every cell in my body is drawn to you." As if to illustrate his point, he walked slowly towards her. "Every instinct I have tells me that you are mine. My purpose now is to love, care for and protect you. You are mine, Rebecca. And I am yours. You were very lucky that I didn't rip your clothes off and prove to you and everyone in that hotel lobby just how much you are mine." He finished standing in front of her, a swirl of emotions in his eyes. "You would do that in a hotel lobby?" "When it comes to you, there is very little I wouldn't do."
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This is a world where power and dominance stand above anything and everything else. This is a world where you don't want to run around in the dark. This is a world where love is nothing other than a meaningless word used to describe the indescribable feeling of having a Mate. This is a world where wolves are dominant and only the most powerful survive. This is the world Silas, a loner and the first full blooded wolf in history, was born into. The world where she must prove her dominance in order to survive. * * * Unbearable pain erupted through my body, almost instantly. Dizziness made the room swirl unnaturally and darkness threatened to take over. "Up," the Alpha repeated. I tried, but, once again, I was rendered immobile. Another large syringe full of the green and silver mixture was injected into my body. This process repeated, time and time again. My body could not handle it. The room spun in quick, repeating circles as darkness surged, covering everything I saw and felt with a thick, black blanket. I couldn't remember anything. Not who I was. Not where I was. Not who was with me. Not what I was supposed to be doing. But, as I lay there, unconscious, beginning to go insane with pain, I could still hear, still remember, him. I could remember the voice of someone I had met, not that long ago, that already meant the world to me. I could remember the feeling of our wolves connecting, all but the new fifth member of my body, who had led me to this dark, dangerous place. I could remember feeling, for the first time in years, what it felt like to be happy. I could remember his name. Jace. * * * I do not take credit for the picture used in the cover of this story. <ON HOLD>

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