Hunter
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*Werewolf story* Song: Hunter by Dido. I was sixteen, free and happy. I didn't desire a mate, I liked my freedom. I didn't want to be controlled or watched twenty-four seven. I liked going places without having to check in or telling someone. I liked having fun. I just didn't want or need a mate. But life screws you ever some times. Not only did I get a mate but an aggressive, protective, controlling, power hungry alpha. He was merciless , demanding obedience and attention from everyone. He got what ever he wanted how every he wanted. Nothing could stop him. He wanted a mate, one that would listen and do what ever. And he wont stop at anything to get that.
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I was kidnapped by my own father. Abused and almost killed. At the age of fourteen, I had finally managed to escaped, only to end up in another captive's claws. My new tormentor abused and raped and even became the father of my first child at fifteen years of age. Just after my 17th birthday, my beautiful daughter almost two, my captor got a surprise visit. The most alluring smell entered my nose, my heart fluttered, my wolf howled. My wolf whispered to me: MATE. My mate. My saviour. WARNING!!! There will be some sexual and abusive context. Please do not read if you feel uncomfortable reading this sort of thing.

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