MATURE CONTENT!
Kyra Avery Silverman, the daughter of an Alpha, was just another werewolf living a normal life - or so she thought. When a new Alpha moves to her area, she doesn't give it much care - but maybe she should have?
'Stupid teacher, stupid school, stupid life...' I mumble, trudging along the hall. All of a sudden, I crash into something - something hard, something warm. Since when did they build a new wall again? Then the thing, the wall, growls, and I look up, only to groan.
'Can you not see where you're going?' He snarls, spittle flying from his mouth to land everywhere, particularly my face. I didn't care, though, my initial insult dying in my throat the moment I look up at his 9ft frame, all rational thoughts leaving my mind though he's but a stranger. His eyes catch mine and for a moment, we just stare at each other. Then -
'Mate!' He growls, slamming me into the wall.
And I didn't care, not about my bones breaking, not about his possible recent caveman heritage. I was in love.
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"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes.
'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth.
"Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.