The Werewolf Bounty Hunter

The Werewolf Bounty Hunter

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'Grim', 'Reaper', and 'Grim Reaper' these are the names I am known by now. My name used to be Josephine or Joey Steel as I much prefered but that all changed I changed. I was hated among my pack mates because I was a weak little Omega meaning that I was the weakest of the weak. There was only one man in my life that actually made me feel like I meant something and he betrayed me like all the rest. I now work with the council as a bounty hunter/assassin. Meaning that me and my partner Rick track down or hunt down as many like to say and then take down 'bad guys' in the supernatural world and turn them in to the supernatural council for them to face punishment not only that but we kill those who are so bad that they don't deserve to be taken in. Though my job is hard and has nearly gotten me killed on several occasions I am now stronger than I ever had been before and I am a widely known enforcer for the council. Now because of the work I have been doing both for the council and the supernatural world the king and queen of the Alpha world want to throw me a party for something or other for both me and my partner. But now I have to face the man who I once loved along with my ex family. Not only that but I have to deal with the demons from my past and having to keep a very special secret hidden and I have to guard my heart so I can never feel the pain I once did. Join Joey on her journey as she fights to keep her heart safe and the secrets of her past hidden. (A/N: I know really crappy summary but read it and decide for yourself if you like the story or not.)
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"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

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