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Mates With A Rouge

Mates With A Rouge

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Paranormale
My name is... The truth is I forgot my name the day I ran away from my pack. I like to go by the name Reagan. I know a bit cliché with me being a rouge and all, but what can I say? I'm a 17 year old girl, with shoulder length brown hair and one blue eye and the other grey. I'm not an ordinary Werewolf though... I have... Abilities. More on that later though. I have been a rouge since I was 9. I remember little about my past. ************ Extract: "That does it!" He yelled. "Oh, have I finally cracked the big bad-" I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I looked down and saw blood. Lots of blood, pouring out of my stomach. I looked up a tiny bit and saw a hand holding a knife. I slowly brought my head up and allowed my face to show. That's when we made eye contact. I felt like my whole world shattered. My multicoloured eyes made contact with his deep chocolate brown orbs. My heart broke when he said the one word that I have been dreading to hear for 8 years. "MATE!" He practically yelled. I was snapped out of my nightmares about my future with this guy when I felt something come up my throat. I tasted the metallic taste of my own blood as it dripped out of my mouth. That's right. I'm about to die. I won't have a future. "If I knew your name I would so reject you." I smirked "but I heard the pain of loosing a mate is worse than the pain of rejection." I slowly let my eyes close. "I always knew I was going to die. But I never knew it would be my mate that killed me." I said all this in a croaky voice. I wasn't scared to die. To be honest, if it wasn't for my white wolf abilities I would have died a couple of years ago in that run in I had with some other rouges. "No, no! Baby, don't give up on me now! Please." He said quickly. If I really tried, I could heal myself now, but where is the fun in that. But then again... Do I want to die?
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Scarlet Montgomery lived her life as the pack slave. She was left Omega after her parents ditched her to become rogues. She is constantly tormented not only by the other pack members but by the Alpha himself. When she meets her mate on her eighteenth birthday, things take an unexpected turn that seem to leave her life in a downward spiral. She becomes more and more defeated with each awful instance sent her way. Will she be able to escape or will she be eaten alive by the wolves that she was thrown to? ************ Trigger warning! There is graphic content, abuse, violence, sexual violence, strong language...etc. If you can't handle any of those things, shy away from the book! Thank you ************ Excerpt: "You know, wouldn't it be fucked up if we were mates?" My face scrunched up, not only in disgust but worry about where he was going with his question. It would be the worst thing that I could imagine. There was a chance that if we were mates that he would lighten up and become the loving mate the moon goddess would have intended but that was a very slim chance. "Do you know what I would do if we were mates?" I shook my head; I didn't just mean it as I didn't know but I didn't want to know. He would probably reject me in the worst possible way he could think of. Or he would use the bond against me. I was already his slave but maybe there was something else that he could do that my innocent mind just couldn't conjure because I wasn't anything like him. I held my humanity close to me as if it would save me in the long run. I refused to be anything like my tormentors and I kept as true to myself as I could. He turned his body towards mine and I could see he was smirking at me but I got a bad feeling. "I would fuck you as hard as I possibly could and then I would kill you. You don't deserve to be a part of this pack but we need slaves just like any other. You truly disgust me and I hope that whoever your mate is rejects you. You're a sorry excuse for a she-wolf."

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