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Author: Starz
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:34:35

Stephanie POV

I needed to look for a way out so I started running through the woods, unable to tell my actual direction. Though hoping to see a pack soon.

It was not too long when I heard the terrifying growl accompanied by a unique scent. Instantly, I came to an abrupt end. I roamed my eyes around the woods to see if anyone was following but no one in sight.

I paused again because my legs couldn't just move any longer. It was as if I was craving danger if I took more steps. I let out a heavy breath as I turned around and began to trace the scent which became thicker until I finally found where it was coming from.

It was from a cave nearby. I moved stealthily inside until I got to an empty space where someone was groaning.

It was a man with a powerful aura, even more than Alpha Gregory.

I wanted to leave but then that same scent hit me and I couldn't stop myself from drawing closer to the strange man.

“ Are you alright, mister?" I asked, trying to figure out his face.

“ Help me… I need you, please. I will protect you-” the man murmured, tearing off his clothes.

It looked like he was heavily drugged but why? The scene with Alpha Gregory kept replaying in my head and I took a step back. I wasn't going to let the same thing happen to me twice!

At that instant, I ran away from the hut without thinking twice. I don't mind if the goddess was sending me a signal, I was already done with her signals.

As soon as I took a step away from the cave, I caught a scent, not just a scent but the smell of the blood attacking my emotions. What has gone wrong? Was someone killed around here?

Why do I keep perceiving this strange smell? But it wasn't just the smell, it was a unique smell mixed with an enticing feeling.

Was the goddess playing with me?

I ignored the feeling and kept walking toward the opposite direction when my ears picked on something. I heard some voices and quickly hid behind the bush to avoid anyone from seeing me.

While hiding, I tried to peek at where the voices were coming from and I saw men on horses. I frowned at the sight before me. Weren't these people… ?

"Seekers?!"

That's impossible! Seekers rarely roamed around except they are looking for rogues and other dangerous beings. Was someone like that around here?

I can't afford for them to see me even if I was just a mere omega werewolf.

“Kill anyone in sight! Make sure you get him, to the master. He must be mated tonight," One of the hunters commanded.

My heart skipped a thousand times in fright as I began to look for a way out. I wasn't good at hiding my scent so I would likely be seen soon.

“I can smell someone, Mark. A female," one of the seekers said.

Busted!

" Find her and kill her!” He commanded again, angrily.

I was about to run again when I felt a strong hand that held my mouth from behind to stop me from letting out any more words. But it couldn't stop my heart from racing in a fearful way.

I was terrified.

"Shhhh," the voice of the person who held my mouth whispered tiredly into my ear and I swirled my head to see the same man that was lying on the bed staring at me tiredly.

He was a handsome man with the longest white hair I've ever seen, staring up at me with dazzling ocean blue eyes.

I gasped and tried to stand up but the man held me down while a soft groan came out from him when I fell on his body.

"Continue to struggle and I might just let them kill you!" He snarled, harshly this time but I wouldn't stop.

I began to struggle with him to let go of me. Either way, I was going to die.

"Let go of me!" I snapped but it came out as a soft murmur since his hand was clasped to my mouth.

I tried to fight again but I couldn't. His other hand was already holding tight to me. It was even difficult for me to breathe and I wondered how he could be so powerful to hold me down too tight.

As soon as we couldn't hear the sound of their horses again, the hands clasped on me released themselves gently and I turned to see them dropping weakly to the ground.

I sprang up in no time, gazing largely at the handsome man whose face looked flushed.

I watched as he slumped to the ground with a reddened face, his eyes filled with lust that he was trying to hold back. Was he the one that was supposed to be mated to someone?

“ Help me tonight and I will protect you," he offered again.

I looked around the hut to see if we were truly safe. We were, at least for the meantime. But it looked like he wasn't giving up on his request.

“ If you step out without protection, you will become a rogue and hunted down by the seekers. But I can help you secure a place in a pack-"

“ In exchange for what?" I asked, even when I knew what he wanted.

He groaned again, in frustration and pain of withholding himself. I can see he was trying so hard not to pounce on me. I needed to get away from him.

I was about to leave when his scent suddenly hit me again . This time, I felt the same electric that coursed through my body just as the first time when I found out the Alpha was my mate.

My mate?

I tried to leave but my legs became so wobbled that I couldn't move an inch. All I did was watch as he drew me to himself and I felt weak, unable to resist him.

I can't believe I was going to give myself to him few days after I was rejected brutally. But then he saved me so I had to repay him with my body to save him too.

I let him have me all night as the fear of another rejection was slowly eating me up.

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