Abandoned pet

"You can't hide forever, don't force me to do what you won't like."
He said, with an exasperated expression.

"Just let me go, is that so hard?"

"I will let go,"
he said, his previous expression dropping.

I didn't dare to look into his eyes, but instead my gaze landed on the bookshelf behind him, it smelt nice. Wait, why am I admiring the bookshelf of my kidnapper? I must be going crazy. but then again, do I even have this thing called sanity in the first place?

"Until you have my kids." he finished.

"Fuck you."
I said with a extended middle finger.

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Seventeen year old December, a suicidal Werecat with a burning hatred that lost every thing in a single day, her will to live, her father, her fragile bond she shared with her Werecat and lastly, her control of her own body.

Nineteen year Demetri, a Alpha Werewolf of a war pack, was a Were feared by most and respected by some.

What can a petite Werecat do in her worst nightmare of being mated to man that was so much alike to her father, a man she killed.