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"Oh, so you're part of this kidnapping posse too? I am not a possession! I have a life that I was abruptly plucked out of without my input all because of greed? Pride? I don't care but I am not anyo-" "You're not a possession. You're my mate! Why are you arguing about this?" He stalks a step closer. My body heats up more, my fingers twitch to run through his hair. My wolf is trying to push through. What the hell, who is this man? "Who the hell do you think you are? You can't go around just claiming someone as your mate as you please. You don't know me. I am not yours. Back off." His body vibrates with anger, a deep growl sends shivers down my spine. Damnit. Before I can scowl at him, he stalks over, pushing me up against the wall. My breath hitches. The most amazing feeling washes over my body. Lust. His breath fanning over my face, arms trapping me between him and the wall. His scent is engulfing my whole being, and I am struggling to think straight. "I know you feel that. I know you feel this. You were made for me. I was made for you. You are the other half of my soul. We were meant to find each other. To complete each other. To join as one. The moon goddess deemed it so. You are mine. I am not going anywhere, and neither are you." With that he fists my hair, angles my face up toward him, and smashes his lips down onto mine. Disclaimer: Book 2 is only half written and this finishes on a cliff hanger. --- Roxy was a human who falls into the world of Supernaturals. She's sassy and opinionated. And also a rare wolf, but no one knows why as she was not born a werewolf. There is a war coming, and Roxy finds herself smack bang in the middle. Everyone wants her help. But how can she know who to really trust?
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