Highest Ranking in Werewolf: #86
"You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they have some imperfections."
Taking a deep breath in, I turn the knob. With a push of the door, behind it, to my relief, only had a couple making out. They were fully clothed, thank god. The couple was too into their make-out session to notice little old me standing there. I sniff the air one last time to finally find the haven of the smell. The man making out with the slutty redhead pulls away from the kiss, sniffing the air as well. It was then that my presence was noticed and it was also then when our eyes met.
"Mine," his husky voice growled. I stepped back, so did the redhead. His beautifully chocolate eyes look onto my pale brown ones. I had no words to describe how I feel.
My mate was standing before me.
Alpha Hunter was standing before me.
I couldn't breathe, I did the only thing I could think of;
I ran, like the coward that I am. No Alpha would want me as a mate. I'm not strong, not perfect, not alpha female material.
I'm a mere human, he deserves so much better.
Contains swearing, and PG-13 content.