The annoying thing about our werewolf community is that even if she wolves are considered equal to men, they always seem to lean on them. They always need their prince in shinning armor. So picture this: the strongest alpha is expecting to have a weak, fragile mate, but not too fragile that she can't lead a pack. Just weak enough that she'll always need his protection. Image the look on his face when he discovers that his mate is me, a killing machine. Definetly not a weak little pup. _____ "Olivia!" My dad shouts from the living room. I set my plate aside on the empty granite counter and hurry up to see what's the problem. As I approach, a wonderful smell fills my nostrils, making my body shiver in delight. I freeze as I realize the situation. Whoever is behind that wall isn't just anybody. I can sense the dominance rolling of of this stranger in waves. Oh boy, I'm in real shit now. _____All Rights Reserved
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