Mated to the devil Alpha

y faint but I could still see her. She fold her arms across her chest, and her breath got hot and faster as she struggled not to shift even when her claws were half o

nnection. Since that was the only thing left with me, the people that had probably stripped me naked as a kid would have a reason and some to identify me with when I might return. But not dead! Not in the middle of the woods in cold weather where the rogues would be looking for what to hunt and perfect, I am the perfect object. The worst part is that no one would look for me, no one would maybe check to maybe dispose of my dead body before mother nature devours it. "I wish I died!" Well, my wish couldn't get me long enough when I began to hear noise around me. I knew it might be the rain but the rain don't growl, nor run as I can hear the waves of people running. Since they were faster I know they might be wolves, not sure but humans can not be so fast. "moon goddess" I whispered as I began to walk in random directions "Please help me not to meet the rogues again" As an omega wolf that hasn't shifted, I don't have the sense of that sharp smell or run fast, not even the natural instinct every werewolf has much more healing. Hugging myself, I wiped the water off my face as I looked in random directions. With the droplet, I can taste my own blood mixed with rain, my head kept spinning and it also felt heavy. "I don't want to die!" I panicked as I struggled to remain on my feet. Immediately I stood straight, and the left hand of my blouse which Camille tore with her claws fell exposing my left breast. Quickly, I covered myself back with the torn cloth and supported it with my left hand. My right hand held my forehead which has resumed spinning since Camille knocked me out. Luckily where my wiggling legs could carry me, I found myself very close to the backyard of the Pack's laundry room where I lived. A painful smile spread across my face as I began to leap toward it. Even whe