He Stole My Dog

He Stole My Dog

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He stood there wearing a black leather jacket, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief. His presence alone is enough to make me fear him, but want him all at the same time. "Give me back my dog." I snap, ignoring the way he makes me feel. "Where's the fun in that?" "Fun? It's my dog and you stole her from me!" I shout, glaring at him. "It seems she's mine now." he winks at me, making me scowl in return. I was just minding my own business while walking my dog when he pops out of no where and takes her from me! I'm in the middle class, not rich, but not exactly poor either, and he comes from a rich family. What is he doing down here? I shiver involuntarily from the cold wind, rubbing my hands up and down my arms in an attempt to warm them. Suddenly warmth envelops me like a blanket, looking up I see that he placed his leather jacket around my shoulders. I blush slightly from his sudden change in mood, and that he saw me shivering. But when I go to thank him, he's no where to be seen. And either is my dog.
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I slap him across the face. Then I shove him. After that, I start to punch his chest repeatedly, still crying. "I HATE YOU! YOU'RE A HORRIBLE PERSON! A HORRIBLE KING! A HORRIBLE ALPHA! AND THE WORST MATE KNOWN TO MANKIND!" As soon as I say the words, I regret it. His eyes darken until their black. He shoves me back, nearly causing me to fall down. "You are mine, Skylar. No matter how much you may hate me, you will always need me." He strokes up and down my arm, and the sparks distract me. My thoughts start to jumble up, everything mixed up. "You feel it, don't you? The sparks, the electricity. One little touch, and you can't even think straight." * Skylar hates werewolves. With a passion. So what happens when a very important werewolf turns out to be her mate?

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