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I was so excited to ask her I hadn’t thought I would need any information. She sent me on a mission to find the owner and the price if it was for sale and come back with a quote for the price of the stove and the books still in it. I was overwhelmed since I didn’t know where to
begin but I was determined. I had a plan already this was going to be my chance to take
charge of my own life. I got on the internet to search for an owner of the store and when I found an article about the purchase of the property 6 months prior my jaw dropped when I saw my mate’s face smiling ear to ear shaking hands with King Mufasa who never smiled or even looked happy in pictures. This photo was no exception he looked disgusted; I was so confused about it all. I was going to get some answers, but I realized right then I wasn’t going to get them tonight. I was going to have to go about it more stealthily because I already knew the Queen would never go against the King when It came to business or ruling. It’s not like she was afraid of him. I just think that she saw past his evil ways. Who am I to judge what love looks like? I'd never experienced that before. Between the two of them there was one thing you knew for sure, they genuinely loved one another. It was probably why she was so soft on him, and why he always did it, when she would ask him to have mercy on me. I was glad to have her in my life, and grateful for her kindness, but I couldn’t even say that I loved her, probably just the animal inside of me; unable to love anything.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream out! How could he do this to me? But that would be foolish, I knew exactly how. He didn’t want me happy. He wanted me miserable, nothing more, nothing less. I was his favorite person to hurt. Thank God, I had the fore thought to complete my chores. I always made it where I could just touch up throughout the day, or even if we had guests. since I knew my chores were completed. I just went to my room in the basement. Well, the dungeon, what I couldn’t understand was what did he want with the bookstore? There were barely any books in it. Don't get me wrong. I love to read. But the bookstore didn’t exactly have a wide variety of books, not that piqued my interest anyway; obviously nobody’s interest. Since it was shutting down, no estate sale or anything in depth in the newspaper, just this picture on the local newsletter. I could not wrap my mind around it not that it mattered. It was still better to be thinking about this, than what I really wanted to think about. I was avoiding it in my mind. There was no way I could even entertain the idea, but it was hard not to have it. Falling in love with my mate, strong, smart, capable, a real alpha it was almost too good to be true. But the fact that it was so bad, I knew it had to be. I mean why me? Out of all the men that I could meet with all the men that I could be bonded with, an ALPHA? It’s almost laughable me a slave, a were hyena; the only Were whose mate would kill them; just for being their mate. But my instincts, they go against good sense, and the more I thought about it, the stronger the desire. I mean, I was already crushing on the man. And when we finally touched, I had the nerve to be excited! That is until I smelled his scent. Self-preservation is the only thing that kept me from giving into my lust, which would easily turn to love as were pair bonded. And even worse, I would never love another man, now that I have found my mate. I mean a fate like mine? Meant to be a slave, one of the rarest were species, and the only one outlawed in the entire kingdom; with good reason of course. My kind was known as dangerous carnivorous, sadistic; and now my foolish desires would also make me glutton for punishment; because I knew in that moment, I wasn't going to be able to shake it until I faced him. Right then, I knew I was ready to die. I was going to risk my life and out myself to my mate. I had to! I literally could not resist him, and fighting it was a fool’s game. Here I was looking at my future in the face, and it was ugly. It was shameful. It was unfair, but I couldn’t run. I had to keep going forward and in the back of my mind something told me it was going to be OK, and can I be honest? That realization pissed me off! It wasn’t going to be OK! This man was going to kill me, and he was going to use my love for him to do it. Still our mate bond was like an itch that I could only scratch one time, but I had to scratch it. Or I would go crazy I wasn’t going to do it today. I didn’t have the balls, but it was only a matter of time, resistance was futile! So, I’d decided I would give myself 30 days! Get all my affairs in order, then look death in the face.
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