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The Beautiful Wolf

Melena's striking beauty brought nothing but tragedy, resulting in the massacre of her family and pack. After years of isolation fueled by guilt, hunger drives her into the territory of Alpha Alexander. A desperate escape leads her from a pit of alligators into the custody of his rival, Alpha Strider. Locked away, her hidden appearance is finally revealed to Alexander, igniting a dangerous obsession. As two powerful leaders clash over her fate, Melena remains a captive caught in a deadly game.
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Chapter 3

: What The Letter Was About

*MELENA*

"You are the most beautiful she-wolf I've ever come across, Melena, and I feel if I don't mate with you now, I'll go crazy," he says, pulling me towards him.

"But I'm not old enough for a mate." I began to cry.

"Your age might not, but your body says you are," he drags me towards him instead, eager to have me close to him.

He smirked as my breasts hit his chest, and he looked down at them while they kept on bouncing to a halt.

Being not only a beautiful she-wolf. I, too, had the sexiest body. My body was extremely mature for my age. I had large, round breasts, wide hips, a tiny waist, and a huge butt.

He slammed both of his hands on my butt and squeezed it. I screamed.

Immediately, Mom rushed into my room.

I tried to run to her as she did, but the alpha wrapped an arm around me, holding me tight to him.

I felt something long and hard from his pants poking against my belly as he did, which made me want to move away from him even more.

Mom worriedly looked at me, terrified, in his arms and at him.

"We never agreed for you to mark our daughter," said Mom with a shaking body.

The alpha let me go at once, and I ran over to Mom, hugging her from her side.

Still in his place, the alpha looked at me clinging to my mom, and then he slowly began to turn his attention to my mom.

Her already shivering body quivers even more as he now looks at her gravely.

He started to walk straight towards us. My body kept shrinking as he did, and my mom held me tight, not wanting to let me go.

"What did you say to your alpha?" he asked Mom as he stood closely before us.

Mom tried to speak, but no word could escape from her mouth.

"I thought so." He grabbed me from my mother, and I kept on screaming.

"Let go of my daughter," Father now barged into my room, having a sharp axe.

"Do you dare to challenge me?" the alpha asked, unhanding me instantly.

I ran back to Mom, who now stood behind Dad.

"You know anyone who tries to do so is only digging themself a grave," the alpha said with an evil smile.

"As an alpha, you're supposed to protect the pack, not harm them," said Dad with a shaking hand, holding out his axe before him, ready to protect me.

"I'm not going to harm her. I'm just going to give her a good time," he said jokingly.

"She's not your fated mate, nor is she ready for sex," Dad spoke angrily.

Suddenly, Mom and I screamed out as the alpha angrily clawed at Dad's face.

The alpha claw was so sharp that Dad's face sliced into three, plummeting to the floor.

************

Again, I woke up sweating and breathing heavily.

I started to cry like a pig being butchered.

Almost every night I have been haunted by my past within my dreams.

I clench my teeth within my mouth with such great anger that my gums start to bleed, remembering the monster who had killed my father. I hated him. I hated him with a passion.

I got up from the dirty cave, which has been my home for ten years, seeing that it was dawn.

I was hungry and weak. I have been unable to find any more animals to eat for about 12 days now and have had to settle for insects and wild fruits. I know I had to leave where I was. If I didn't. I will surely die. Not if I care, though. I don't care about myself.

I push myself up from the cave to stand. My four feet shook like a leaf. I needed something to eat quickly.

I stumbled back to the hard ground as I was walking from the cave. I once more try to get up, and I end up falling again. I was too weak to go anywhere.

Suddenly, I felt the bones within my body breaking. It hurts badly. I squeal in pain.

My body was now too weak to maintain my wolf form, and I was shifting back into my human form.

Haven't transformed into my human form for ten years now. It was painful, and I was bleeding as I changed.

"I screamed out as my bones kept cracking and straightening.

Blood dripped from my mouth as I lay in the cave naked, no longer in my wolf form.

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