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Oh. My. Freaking. GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I freaking LOVE every single one of you!!! That includes YOU too!!

NUMBER ELEVEN (thats one one as in 11) ON WEREWOLF WHAT'S HOT LIST!!!! Ohmigosh I'm gonna FALL OVER, FAINT AND DIE FROM HAPPINESS. Ok no I won't because then there'd be no story!! And we won't want that, now do we?

Anyways, maybe we can drop one of those ones? Hmm, perhaps?

Anyways, some peeps are getting confused, SO I SHALL EXPLAIN. Y'all know that chapter featuring that evil child? IT IS A BONUS CHAPTER AND IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STORYLINE SO YOU WILL NOT SEE THAT EVIL CHILD EVER AGAIN. Ok that's number one.

SECOND. Some people are asking why Michelle isn't in love with Luke or whatever since she's his mate. WELL she is HUMAN so she feels NOTHING towards him- only the fact that's he's a cocky hot werewolf who seems to be obsessed with her and freaks her out. You only feel the mate attraction if you are a werewolf in this story.

Okay, glad I got that cleared up. NOW ON TO THE CHAPTER MY LOVELY FRIENDS.


I punched the nearest wall, my fist leaving a nice sized hole. How dare he touch my mate like that? Just because Luke is an alpha doesn't mean he can harm her! I growled, my wolf threatening to take over. He was as mad as I am.

I hate her step-father even more. It takes every ounce of willpower for me to keep from ripping him to shreds, making him pay for all the harm he brought upon her.

But I had to get closer to her. My wolf can't stand it...

I'm going for her.


I will.

I must.

I sighed and walked out the door. In minutes I was in front of her house. I could smell her scent, mixed in with a drunk step-father. Hell, he doesn't even deserve to be called that, that son of a bitch!

I rang the doorbell and forced a smile. Keith opens it and grins goofily.

"*****, you're here! Come on in. My bitch is still at work and her dumbass daughter's asleep," he smiled. I inwardly growled at him calling her a dumbass. Oh, yes, he's gonna pay.

Big time.

I walked in anyways, as if I didn't care about his family. I followed him into the kitchen, where a few other guys were sitting around the table, gambling. I don't usually gamble, but I just went with it. I sat down and everyone continued the game.

I was doing fairly well when an amazing scent drifted past me, and I looked up to see a startled Michelle.


What a beautiful name.

She stood there, looking scared as her dad yelled at her. All I wanted to do is punch that bastard senseless then wrap my arms around her. Yet I knew I couldn't, she's be scared.

After a few moments, she raced upstairs and I heard the door slam. My wolf howled, he didn't wantg her to leave.

Neither did I.

Sooner or later, I got bored with the game and left. I waited outside for the others to leave.

One by one they shuffled out, laughing at some joke. They broke apart and drove away in their separate directions.

That's when I heard the pounding.

My heart raced. What if he's beating Chelle again. I leaped up and grabbed the edge of windowsill that looked into her room. I easily pulled myself up and saw Chelle sitting on the bed, weeping. The door was shaking. I silently slid the window open. She didn't notice me, she was staring at the door, her eyes wide with fright and wet with tears.

"GO AWAY!" she yelled. I couldn't stop myself. I wrapped my arms around her and whispered into her ear.

"Hello, my sweet,"

She froze in my arms. I turned her around and looked into her gorgeous tearful blue eyes.

"DAMMIT CHELLE! YOU'RE LUCKY I NEED A BEER OTHERWISE I'D HAVE BROKEN THIS DAMN DOOR DOWN BY NOW!" Keith yelled. She looked at the door in fear, but sagged with relief when she heard him walking away. I growled after him. Celle gasped and pushed me away.

My wolf whimpered. Why is she pushing me away?

"Sweetheart? What's wrong?" I asked, hurt and confused.

"Who the hell are you? My name is Michelle, not sweetheart!" she snapped.

"I-I'm your mate," I answered, not understanding. She gasped and backed away slowly.

"Y-you're a w-werewolf?" she whimpered. I nodded and advanced towards her slowly.

"I came here to take you away. You will be away from that dipshit, and you will be mine," I growled the last part. Her breath quickened.

"No..." she whispered. I froze.

"What?" I demanded.

"I can't! NO! I won't just leave with some stranger who claims he is my freaking MATE? Hell, I'm not even a damn werewolf! Get out of my room!" she shrieked. My wolf growled. I pushed her against the wall, my anger rising to its peak.

"I'm not leaving until I take what's mine," I growled before smashing my lips onto hers.

Her eyes stretched wide and she pushed against me. I grabbed them with one and with the other I held onto her tightly, no letting her go.

When I broke away, she screamed. I cut her off my placing my lips onto hers once again. Not breaking away, I walked over to the window and jumped.

My wolf was ecstatic. I finally had my mate in my arms, kissing her with everything I had.

Air rushed past us as I met the ground. I landed on my feet, the fall was nothing for a werewolf. I heard Chelle gasp. I pulled away and pushed her into the car. She banged on the windows, screaming, but I ignored her.

I opened the door to the drivers seat and hopped in. Chelle was yelling her poor throat out. The noise rang in my ears, irritatingly.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled, before cuffing her on the head.

I must've hit her a bit too hard, because she fell unconcious.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry Chelle, but it's for your own good," I murmured stroking her sunny hair.

With that, I drove away.