"Stay back! Micah! Just undo what you have done and do not come near me!" She yelled pointing a finger at him. But even as she yelled, her core was already melting. She couldn't fight him. She started taking small steps backward but Micah kept coming until she hit the wall. He walked into her space and placed his arms on either side of her, caging her. "You think I don't feel the pain too? The only way either of us can be freed from this feverish bond... His right hand left the wall and came to rest on her cheek. "... The only way Hazel, is if one of us dies..." His fingers rested on her lips and he traced them as lust filled him. "And I will rather fuck your tight little hole than die..."
There were a ton of things on Hazel's hate list, but the ones topping her charts were witches.
She did not have any personal vendetta towards them. It was just that, as a werewolf, one was thought to hate them, and that was without prejudice as witches were always bad news.
Witches were the ones who brought on a bad name for paranormal beings. They had a knack for causing and propagating mayhem.
This was why when Hazel, on her way to school, she saw her twin sister Maeve sneaking out of the forest where the witches stayed, was almost hysterical with fear.
"Maeve! Maeve!!" Hazel called out to her twin sister.
Maeve had heard her the first time but did not acknowledge the calls as she cared less about her sister.
"Maeve!" Hazel kept on calling.
"The bitch!" Maeve cussed under her breath in anger then stopped and slowly turned to look at Hazel with a death's glare.
Hazel jogged over to where Maeve was standing at the edge of the forest.
"What the hell were you doing inside there?" Hazel asked in fear.
"Haven't mum and dad warned us never to go in there? Don't you know those witches are bad news?!" Hazel cried out.
Maeve glared at her twin sister through eyes that were half closed to slits as she tried to control her anger and disgust at being found out by her sister and being in her presence all at once.
The blonde-haired beauty tried to control her temper as she breathed heavily through her nose which was flaring as her wolf growled in anger at her Raven-haired twin.
Someone watching from afar would think that it was a classic standoff between an angel and a demon as they would see a blonde-haired girl confronting a black-haired girl.
Twins were always said to be the better half of the other but in the case of Hazel and Maeve, that was not it at all.
Though they were identical twins, they had three distinctive features.
The first being that Hazel, had jet-black hair while her twin, had platinum blonde hair that was bordering on being white.
Secondly, Hazel's eyes were a beautiful shade of green which was made more prominent by the contrast with her black hair while Maeve's eyes were brown.
Thirdly, Hazel was an angel. Maeve was bordering on being a literal demon.
Since they were kids, Maeve had always been jealous of her twin. She wondered why she got all the attention and accolades while she was always being chastised and punished.
That jealousy had grown till it had made Maeve despise her twin.
It was, however, Maeve's fault as she was always in one trouble or the other.
Her mum had once told her that her heart was as black as her hair was white.
That was when Maeve had been caught trying to suffocate Hazel to death at night with a pillow at the age of seven.
On the other hand, Hazel's heart was as white as her hair was black.
She had never for once intentionally landed herself in trouble. Whenever she was in trouble, it was because she had been trying to help her sister out of a mess.
Despite all Maeve had done to her, she loved her with everything in her even when Maeve made it difficult for her to love her she still did.
"When did you start rolling with witches? I thought you despised them!" Hazel asked her sister yet again.
She was still surprised at seeing Maeve come out from the forest.
Maeve did not say a word to Hazel. She just kept on looking at her in anger.
"So this is why you left home early for school today!" Hazel asked she didn't realize that her questions were only making her sister boil with rage.
"Yes!" Maeve growled in anger.
"And you better make sure mum and dad don't hear this or else you'll have yourself to blame," Maeve threatened Hazel and walked off.
If there was one thing Hazel knew, it was to believe Maeve's threats.
Hazel gave a cautionary glance at the thick eerie forest, before walking after Maeve to school.
When they got to school, Maeve walked over to her squad of troublemakers.
Hazel on the other hand was called to the principal's office.
"Good morning Sir," Hazel said to the principal as she walked into his office.
"How are you, Hazel?" Principal Matt asked her.
"I am doing fine Mr. Matt," Hazel said although that was not quite true.
She was wondering why she was called to his office and was hoping that Maeve had not gone and done something terrible yet again.
"That's good," The principal said.
"I would like you to give our new student a tour of the school and help him settle down," he said.
Hazel was about to ask about the new student when from a dark corner of the office, she heard a beautiful baritone say, "Good morning."
She was almost thrown off her wits and she wondered why she had not felt his presence when she entered the office.
"Asher here is new and I hope you'll help him settle down comfortably," The principal said.
"Yes sir. I will," Hazel said confidently but her confidence took a sharp downward turn as Asher rose from the chair he was seated in and came out into the light.
Hazel had seen beautiful people before, but Asher's beauty was beyond comparison.
He looked like he had no place on Earth but rather with celestial beings.
He was tall and graceful and had a tinge of femininity to his intense masculinity. It was an impossible contrast, but whoever created him achieved it.
He towered over her petite frame, and when she finally dared to look into his eyes, the most unexpected thing happened.
Their wolves recognized one another.
And that was when she realized that he was not just any beautiful boy. He was a beautiful werewolf.
The force of their mate's pull, though short-lived, was filled with so much energy that she thought she would not breathe again.
This only meant one thing, he was her mate.
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"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
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Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
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Ethan always viewed Nyla as a compulsive liar, while she saw him as aloof and insensitive. Nyla had cherished the notion that she was dear to Ethan, yet she felt coldly rejected when she realized her place in his heart was insignificant. No longer trying to break through his coldness, she stepped back, only for him to alter his approach unexpectedly. She challenged him, "If you trust me so little, why keep me around?" Ethan, who had once carried himself with pride, now stood before her with a humble plea. "Nyla, I've made mistakes. Please don't walk away from me."
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