THE WEREWOLF HUNTER WHO LOVES ME

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r. I was trapped in a chair, my legs and arms shackled by chains made of silver, which gave me the chills and made me

round me. These males had a perpetually dejected expression on their faces, as if they had never known

. "She's awake, let's take her to the master," he declar

o freedom. "Let me go!" I pleaded, my voice echoing in the desolate space. "Where are you taking m

for entry. Sad face placed his thumb and eyes on the biometric sensors, reminiscent of something out

shing array of cameras. The room exuded an overwhelming sense of authority. Fell face and sad

s, but werewolves. A cringe rippled through me at the gruesome sight, and I shifted my gaze to the focal point of th

eat or stumbled upon a million dollars in the blink of an eye. He looked to be in his fo

eeing one," he remarked with a smirk that seeme

asked, knitting my eyebrows to

sending a shiver down my spine. I glared

, sir?" Fell face inquired, a stark

black leather jacket with a white shirt that hinted at a few buttons left undone, revealing his well-defined chest and eight unmistakable packs beneath his shirt. His black jeans clung to

r that made it hard to tear my eyes away. Something about him screa

had been avoiding but couldn't escape now – "Mate!" I gasped, terror coursing thr

d, seeking answers in the

arling," Salt and pepper

nightmares, silver, and chains? Oh no. It dawned on me with a sinking

" I stated with a

pped, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he s

wolves dreaded the name of the werewolf hunters – vicious, b

ain. Panic surged through me as I wonde

hese men. Let them carry the weight of their sad and despondent lives. Okay, perh

f another door, a chill

l face instructed before bot

hem, but my question echoed u

ominously, hiding the secrets of this enigmatic place. Each passing second intensified the uncertainty, leaving me gra

uncertainty settling h

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ed the air was the rhythmic

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h the stillness as he approached me. A low growl rumbled from th

ft motion, he yanked me and the chair into the center of his colossal, blood-red room. Everything from the walls to the bed and desk bore the sam

room out?" he inquired, an a

t?" I retorted, choosing defian

fice," he stated, raising a

d, my response drip

th know it," he asserted confidently

lled my eyes at

rpower me, a mere human, remained a chilling mystery. The room pulsed with tension as I grappled with the realization that I w

ins, leaving me both intrigued and bewildered. He withdrew his hand abruptly, as if f

stermind behind this peculiar phenomenon. While I had unintentionally triggered

e demanded to know, his

a direct answer. Revealing the truth coul

ng," he clarified, impat

nveiling the reality of our connection. What if

pered, a revelation that

rogated; his ske

're my mate," I declared m

till not entirely convin

opeful that the acknowledgmen

ch other, I assume? Correct me if I'm wrong," he comm

e flickering within me that he might emb

e a pleasure having your own mate persecuting you," he stated with a sinister

me to grapple with the harsh truth that our mate bond might not bring the love and pr