TAKEN BY MY MIDNIGHT PACK

ways shielded her from her wicked step father had died a week earlier, leaving her to the mercy of her hear

a Werewolf was punishable by death. Yet, every full moon, at midnight, more slaves were collected at human villages to serve the Alpha. Ariana had he

wolves, but Ariana was a human. It was too cold for her. Her clothes were also torn, the material worn

tit features. Her small heart-shaped face was framed by the wildest of curls that managed to add a fragile vulnerability to her beauty. The full pout on her lips that sat naturally suggested a bit of sauciness and se

would notice her and pick her for service at the A

med to be picking only strong able bodied males . . . till she heard one of them say "Now we've picked all we ne

eed only one," o

. "From what I gather, these humans are so weak, th

t need a human – a petite, beautiful human female to cud

res, but Ari could barely hear them. They wanted a

ed against her heart. She had never known what it was like to sleep next to a

awful thought . . . what i

ere some boxes that the Werewolves had come with, it was easy. All she had to do was creep inside one and hide

ng detected, but her relief soon turned to dismay a

ox that was filled with what looked to be very old papers,

er awkward position, Ari soon fell asleep. When she woke up, the box she was in was still, she had a feeling it had been pla

ss Werewolf of all, the Alpha of the entire Werewolf pack. She had tried escaping mere cuddling with an unknown Werewolf, only to be brought before the

all alone to face the dangerous cruel world. Even facing her step father's brutality each day was

en eyes as she had the box get unla

when she did, she wished she had gone blind instead. Sitting dire

ed so handsome, he appeared to have been sculpted. He was dressed only in black, black leather pants, black boots, and a black shirt that was only half buttoned, displaying a very powerful steel – like chest. The b