❝She kills without second thought.❞
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Micajah's PoV:
"Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies.
"You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes.
Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight.
There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess.
The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me.
Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life.
"Mine,"
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MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME
#5 in WEREWOLF
#1 in TEEN FICTION
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I growl, a low, primal warning as her body stiffens beneath me. I hate that she's scared, but I have no choice. This has to be done.
"Fuck, Solie, if you move again... I can't... all I'll see is red," I can barely hold myself together.
It feels like I'm burning alive. Every part of me screams to mark her, claim her, make her mine. The fear radiating off her cuts through me, but it doesn't matter. I'm locked onto her, my vision narrowing to those beautiful emerald eyes of hers. She is everything. I can see the trust she's fighting to hold on to.
Her body presses against mine, arms pinned above her head with just one of my hands, already shifting. Her soft, trembling form beneath me fuels the fire raging inside.
"P-please... don't hurt me," she whispers, her voice shaky.
I pause, staring down at her, this beautiful human who is now mine. I don't want her to suffer, not for a second longer than she has to. Her pulse thunders against my skin as I lean in, my canines brushing her collarbone, drowning the last bit of restraint I have left.
"Forgive me," I whisper against her skin.
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24-year-old software engineering student with ADHD finds herself caught between two worlds when the cocky, stubborn, beautiful, Alpha King wolf unexpectedly enters her life, shattering her perceptions of reality.