Tug-of-war
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  • Parts 11
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Ongoing, First published Jun 07, 2020
When an invisible force ties the hearts of an Alpha werewolf and a human mythology nerd, pulling away can be a dangerous game of tug-of-war. 

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The sadness in his eyes when I pulled away made my heart ache with guilt. A lump formed in my throat, and I suddenly felt cold all over. What was this? I had no business feeling guilty, did I? I turned around and quickly walked away, hoping he wouldn't follow me. 
Little did I know that before I took ten steps, he would sweep me off my feet. 

No, literally. My stomach dropped from the vertigo as I was suddenly hauled up and flipped upside down. Next thing I knew, my coffee was splattered on the ground and mystery-guy was holding me up on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes with one arm, carrying my bag with the other, and running like a madman.
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Cover art was made by me, with public domain pictures
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