200 Years of Death

200 Years of Death

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How did I get this job, you ask? No, I'm not Death, but I've met him once before. Well, sit down, relax, and I'll tell you the story while we wait for you to cross over.
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“I order you to be my mate” he growled.I snorted again “I don’t think so” I commented.“Do you want to die?” he threatened.“Is that threat? Because I am already dying” I stated glaring at him.“You can’t talk to your Alpha like that” he growled.“I don’t give a shit!” I stated.“Scar, you’re going to be my mate” he stated and took a step towards me.“Never” I growled and took one back.

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