A Gifted Queen

A Gifted Queen

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I woke to the sun warming the morning it was quiet and there were no signs of our kidnappers. "Mariah, we have to run just let me stretch." As soon as I hit the ground I see him, a very large silverish grey wolf standing there looking at me like I was his prey. "Look I just want to go home, I don't want to fight but I will if I have to." He lets out a fierce growl that sends dread though me, then pushes me in the direction he wants me to go. "You are pissing me off stop it." I am angry and scared but he isn't taking me back. "You got him Ray, it is only one of them. I will help you." I've trained for a long time, and I have trained hard. I know how to fight. "Miriah give me your strength. He is very large, and I am in my human form." "I am with you just make your moves fast and acuate. We are not going to get a second chance."
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I was supposed to be on a chill RV camping trip with my boyfriend's family. Key words: supposed to. I hated him, I hated them, and the only thing keeping me sane was sneaking off at night to take pictures of the forest. But one night... I wandered too far. Now I'm being held captive by something straight out of a fever dream-a 7-foot tall lycan beast who doesn't shift, doesn't speak, and definitely doesn't care about my personal space. Oh, and apparently? I'm his mate. Cute. I've tried escaping-multiple times. He always catches me. Throws me over his shoulder like it's just another Tuesday. I curse him out, he grunts. I run, he drags me back. I'm not falling for him. I don't care how protective, possessive, or weirdly gentle he is when he thinks I'm asleep. I just want out... right?

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