My Alpha. My Wolf. My Mate.

My Alpha. My Wolf. My Mate.

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In a bad fire at the age of ten Jane parents were killed leaving her to fid for herself. Before they died her father always told her stories about wolfs and werewolf and how she would need to watach her back. Now the age 17teen Jane has came a long way from being beaten, tricked, and lied to. Her first day at her new school is not what it seems when she notice the hottest dude wants to be with her.. Jane to scared to leave her family the one's that beat her that is until the day Luc come's in and save her. She notice something off by the words they keep using and the way they try to cover them up. She want be with the one she love but does not know what to do. She does not know how to love. "Your not the only one with secrets Luc" Jane say. Jane has her own past that see has never told anyone about but it to weak to use it to help save her life. But when a flames come's into their life what will Luc do? what will Jane to? "Your mine." Luc tells me.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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