Captured Bride

Everyone tells Marin that dating a Werewolf twice her age is a bad idea, and that's before they knew he was paying for her college education and all of her living expenses. She's also living in his house and letting him choose her clothes, plan her classes, and feed her... basically absolute control of every aspect of her life.

Dominic is obsessed with her and wants the world to know she's his. From the outside, he looks like a wildly possessive and jealous boyfriend with control issues and a problem with the law, specifically the one regarding public indecency, seeing as he has no qualms claiming her outdoors.

What everyone doesn't know is just how much she loves it.

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Her heart is pounding, drowning out all other noise which isn't in her best interest, considering how easily it would be for them to overtake her and surround her.

She doesn't make it far before the first Wolf pounces on her, slamming her into the ground and knocking her breath from her lungs. She struggles, hands pawing the ground for anything she can use as a weapon and is rewarded with a huge rock that she hits the Wolf with.

He howls in pain and snarls, momentarily distracted by the pain in his head and is quickly tackled by another Wolf.

She struggles to her feet and keeps running, ignoring the throbbing pain on her ankles and palm where she's scratched herself from her earlier fall and scramble to get away.

The sound of growls and snarls behind her prompts her into running faster and faster, her legs burning and muscles aching as she tries to proper herself faster. Adrenaline can only get her so far when it comes to running away from Werewolves though, and it doesn't take long for a hand to fist the back of her shirt, clutching her and then pushing her down.

She falls again but a hand lashes out and catches her before her knees hit the ground for the second time that day.

The first thing she notices is the sharp claws around her waist, dark fur covering the entire arm, monstrous and terrifying. The second is the low purring breath close to her ear. "Mine," he rumbles and she feels something wet dripping onto her shoulders, sliding down until she can see the smear of red all over her clothes. She makes the mistake of looking up to see who's captured her and sees a truly terrifying face, sharp fangs and wolf-like, but enough human characteristics to be uncanny.

She yelps and tries to pull away, but his arm tightens around her and she's lifting off the ground.

"What- what're you doing?" He turns her around and lowers her onto the floor gently, or probably as gently as he can manage.

She's never seen a Werewolf before. He's huge, easily twice her size and height, looming over her and casting her in his shadows. The moon shines brightly behind him and she's too tired to run. Her eyes are drawn to his face, wolf-like and human at the same time, blood dripping from his jaws and his claws. Her shirt is smeared where he's caught her earlier and for a second, she's afraid he's hurt her, but she doesn't feel pain there, so it's not her blood.

From the looks of it, it's not his blood either.

He bends down until he is covering her with his body and presses his nose to her neck, breathing in deep. when he speaks again, it's a low, rumbling growl that seems to shake the very ground she's laying on. "Mine," he growls.

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