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At the age of 27 , Theodore Lancaster - son of head of the pack leader - had given up on the thought that he will ever get his mate . At the age of 16 , when every werewolf gets their mates, Theodore was sad and hurt because he couldn't smell his mate. But something happens ..... When he was going into a small yet important meeting he recalls about this one and only friend Richard who had turned into his worst enemy for no reason. While he was driving with his younger sister , he tells her about how something happened and Richard - his best friend since childhood - started to hate Theodore. And Theodore doesn't even know why did Richard hate him so much. Since then Theodore lost his best friend who turned into his enemy gradually. But then...... Suddenly Theodore smells his mate as he walks closer to the area where the meeting was to be conducted. He rushes their in excitement only to get shocked at the view. The person standing in front of him was no other than Richard...his ex-bestfriend and present enemy.
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"I'm not afraid of you," I tried to say confidently. He smirked while placing his hands on my hips. My breathing stopped for a few seconds but then continued when I remembered my goal was to be courageous. He licked a spot on my neck, and I narrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He gently wrapped a hand around my neck. "You might sound confident, but I can taste the fear," he whispered into my ear. His voice was very intimidating and almost sent tingles down my spine. ALMOST. But I was done being afraid of this monster. I was done feeling inferior to him. "There's no doubt that you taste fear. Here's the real question: is it my fear that you taste, or is it yours?" I asked bravely. I gasped when he tightened his hold a little and pinned me to the wall. I stared into his cold eyes as he stared into mine. He smirked when our breathing came to a match. Then he did the last thing I would expect: he kissed me. Warning: This story has mature contents.

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