The ALPHA & His Destined Mate

her eyes a dazzling green that glows like emeralds. However, large spectacles cover their amazing beauty, with lenses that reduce her eyes' brillia

determinedly on her shape, on the muddy ground. Thunder roars over her head, crackles of l

hole forest will burn. She has nowhere to hide if that happens, no one to call for aid. Her cell

al to her, so she does no

. A living nightmare surrounds her, the awful breeze pounding the rain into random destinations, the plants tre

ts to make her as uncomfortable as possible. She feels dirty, the muck giving her a horrible

s impossib

e miseries of life would slip away. She wonders why God gave her the ugly face,

have to be th

inking into the dirt. Unbelievably, the water starts to pour even harder from the frenzied heavens, the temperature lowerin

d grows

r features. Is she ready to let herself die

r of fear ente

lish each of them, reaching with a delicate hand to attempt to grab the cloud

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astonishment blazing through her at its beauty. It certainly is a magnificent sight, the perfect circle illuminated by pure white light, the

shoulder. She gasps in pain, her

s the gloomy clouds s

ild remains in her position, pain etched on her face. She grabs the unusua

s her. It is large, roughly the size of a nickel, plummet

She is frozen. Death is finally coming to take her away. This is what she wants, right

ing that is taking

re is a howl in the night as the awf

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respiration pounds in his ea

o be in his area at this time. It is a horrible time for the

the night o

is just right. He wo

them furiously into the air, lightning flashing over his head. There is practically a constant roar, almost breaking his focus. He shakes his head, trying to wave away the storm’s efforts to distract him. H

fear

peculiar mix of strawberries, bananas, some taste he cannot distinguish, and a tiny dash of mint. thing is a thrill, an irresistib

ould have come into their midst. Humans often have wo

and he feels himself sliding even harder into the domain of lust. He begins to crave this peculiar smell, and his paws start to move by themselves. He does not n

option, for he believes that if

closer to his prey, creating a web around him till he will never be able to escape. He is the fly, and

nk is this wily

, fragrance is everything, and they experience lovely aromas every day. Nothing, though, amounts to t

ltrate the aroma, making the sugary quality go away and polluting the smell he craves so deep

ver, the terrible aspect is that he begins to feel the same feelings it doe

e it was currently releasing. He wants to make it happy, so the taste of dread would fade fr

e can hardly see them move. The need is surging through him, intensely disto

eters away. It is a gorgeous little place, with exquisite flowers and green plants, the tre

rst, it is nowhere to be seen. But once he adjusts his eyes a little, he detects a figure in the mud.

res. It is hard to detect, the muck camouflaging it in the dirt. Wh

us creature, it is nonetheless the m

, never releasing his stare. Her hair is a ruby red, flowing to her shoulders, the rain making it moi

is happening, the beats getting quicker. He begins to become p

ppeals, binding him even closer to th

meet the female. It seeps into her skin, drenching her with the white lig

that he has just done something wrong s

on, runs through his body. Nothing g

fect, he feels himself slipping into a bottomless pit of everlasting love. T

are listless. She stares beyond him as if she doesn't notice he is even there. Painful tears escape her, spilling down her form. A little wound on

eyes slam shut, horror engulfing her. The scent is engulfed by terror, terror he has to erase if he wants to f

cry as he soars