Kidnapped By My Alpha Mate

Kidnapped By My Alpha Mate

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I was brought up in to thinking they were the enemy. In order to ensure our survival, they had to die. That's how my mom died; ripped to shreds by these insane creatures. It caused my father to push my training even harder, and soon, I learned to be a killer- just like him. Even so, I could never make myself kill another living creature; even if they were supernatural. Seeing the light leave their eyes as their souls left their bodies... just the thought made me want to vomit. That's what made me different, despite my genes, I was not a hunter and I knew I never would be. But, my father didn't need to know that. My kindness would be my downfall, my enemy would become my family, and my family would become my killers. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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On my 16th birthday I thought my dad was a nut case. He talked about being a witch and werewolf hybrid mix in a long line of the almost extinct crescent moon pack. My twin brother and I would never see each other after our transition. Only the stronger twin would survive. I didn't expect it to be me. I always thought I was the weaker twin. Now I'm the lone survivor of my pack. Training starts immediately. My mother was gone, my brother was dead and apparently I was a wanted witch-wolf hybrid by powerful deadly beings. My survival depended on this training. I was the sole survivor and the most strongest alpha in the world. All I had to do was find my strength and train. I needed to build my pack from scratch. Of course my brothers best friend was my omega. Could things get worse? The answer is yes. Things could get worse. Much much worse.

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