The Hunter. The Hunted.

The Hunter. The Hunted.

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I sat at the bottom of the at the rounded table. His eyes were on me, like a moth to a flame. I stood up and ran out of the room and down a dark corridor. I got to a door and fumbled with the handle. Next I knew I pushed up against it harshly. "Your're not running this time, Princess"
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PLEASE NOTE: this is the edited version, it's still the same only edited. I'm leaving the old version up because there's no reason for me to take it down. She was an unwanted runt. He's the Alpha King. She was ousted from her pack. He was looking for his Mate. She's a four foot runt. He a fully grown six foot-four inch werewolf. She was captured and tortured. He's been ruling the Werewolf World for seven years, unmated. She's 17. He's 26. "This right here," he says, moving his hands up my thigh, squeezing it lightly. "That's mine. Are we clear?" He asks, tightening his arms around my waist. "Yes." I say, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. " I don't think so kitten. You're not going anywhere until you get dressed." He whispers in my ear, huskily. "Okay." I say, hurrying off into the giant walk-in closet to get dressed.

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