She was brutal. She wanted blood. She was a monster.
A monster that I created.
This story is not about the rejected mate winning her true love back.
This is about the rejected mate on the hunt for his blood - even if it grows deadly.
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I approached him, allowing my wolf to reveal his power to this young adolescent. The smaller wolf snarled, his fur spiking along his spine. He watched me with baleful eyes, trying to resist.
But he couldn't resist submitting to his alpha, especially at the ranking he was at. I didn't even have to physically overpower him to force his submission. He was on the ground with his teeth revealed in a submitting grin, eyes not meeting mine.
