Pee

She was being chased, scared... trembling as she ran unknowingly into a strange man.. She has always been hated and treated unfairly by everyone.. She was something that disgust everyone, until she realized it could be the end of her.... He is dominant and he is greatly feared. Just his presence could make you pee on your pants, and a cold glance flickered at you, puts you down to your knee praying for the ground to open up. Daisie couldn't be sure of considering herself lucky or not for being saved by the man with the most intimidating presence she has ever felt. And it turned out he was her mate. Grey is the Alpha of Moonpeak pack. He is known as a killer of rogues and according to his past, killing is now like a profession to him. He needed his mate to free him from the burden in his life. Daisie found out there was more mystery to this than the ones perceived. Now that Grey has found Daisie do you think they would be happy? What if threats arises and come between them? Note: In this story, we have a special werewolf rank called 'Sigma'. The Sigma are the physically weak and about 10% of the population.

One night, my family sat together watching the New Year’s Eve Live on television. My little sister, Stella Larson, said she had to pee and hurried to the washroom. Half an hour later, she still had not returned. When I went to check on her, the washroom was empty. “When did Stella leave the washroom?” I asked my parents. Both of them were stunned for a moment before feeling my forehead and saying, “What are you talking about? You’re an only child. Who is Stella?” They forcibly pulled me back to my seat. My mind went blank. Did the three of them just pull a prank on me? After finishing his drink, my father clutched his stomach and rushed into the washroom. I stared fixedly at the washroom door. A long time passed, but no one came out. My father had vanished, too. My hand trembled as I pointed at the bathroom. My mother stepped forward to go in. “Don’t go in! Dad and Luna disappeared in there!” My mother looked grief-stricken as she said, “Sweetie, it’s been just the two of us for the past twenty-plus years, remember?” Her words hit me hard. I was in total disbelief. I explained myself frantically, but the more I spoke, the more confused my mother became. She finally shook me off and said, “Why are you doing this to me? I’ve raised you your whole life! Why do you have to ruin New Year’s Eve?” She walked straight into the washroom, and the house soon fell into a dead silence. Terrified, I called my best friend, Kathy Scott, who lived nearby. I rambled incoherently as I begged her for help. But her words utterly crushed me. “What family members? You’re an orphan.” I hung up the phone, rushed out, and pounded frantically on the neighbors’ door.