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For the Taking

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Author: Type:Male
Mates are gifts.
Mates are two halves of a shared soul.
Mates were created for each other.
So then why was I cursed? Why am I unable to shift let alone find my mate?
It's been nearly five years since the time I should have been able to shift. I have long given up on the fact that I was defective and broken. I had two werewolf parents, but it didn't matter, I was still human.
Over the years I've kept myself in the shadows of my own pack. I was unwelcomed and didn't belong. I was the black sheep. No one wanted a weak link in the pack and I, to them, was a weak member, unable to pull their load. If I couldn't pull my load and I had nothing to really offer my own pack, they soon saw me as a nuisance. Just another mouth to feed.
I was a shameful excuse for a werewolf.
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A mate is a target.
A mate is easy prey.
A mate is the quickest way to weaken an alpha.
So, when I laid my eyes on her I wanted nothing more than to reject her, but I couldn't, not while he had his hand wrapped around her throat. I couldn't let him, or anyone know who she was to me.
I had to take her with me where I could keep an eye on her from a distance.
But I should have known that distance was subjective.
She'd be the death of me.
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