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In the blink of an eye, he was pulled off of me and thrown very harshly out of the clearing. That&#039;s when I smelled him. He smelled amazing, he smelled like Nautica cologne, mixed with fresh rainwater and blueberries. Since he had shifted he was undressed as the day he was born.<br /> He was more perfect than in my dream. As he walked towards me, you could see every muscle in his legs flex. He rolled his shoulders back, and his broad chest rippled towards his sculpted eight-pack that continued down into a perfect V. I lowered my eye and caught a glimpse of what lay between those powerful legs. Just as in my dream it was long and thick and standing at full attention. I was already wet with want.<br /> As he approached me he said just one word. &quot;MINE!&quot;<br /> I replied just as I did in the dream &quot;YOURS!&quot;<br /> That is where the dream ended and my new nightmare started.<br /> —<br /> My name is Izzabella Nicolette Davis, but you can call me Izzy, everyone else does. I&#039;m a werewolf, I first shifted when I turned 16, and today I turned 18. Today is the first day I can find my mate. Today is also the day of the Annual Claiming Ceremony for all unmated she-wolves in our pack. The Claiming is where all unmated she-wolves go out into the woods and hopefully, our mates find us. Male wolves from multiple packs come out in hope of finding what is theirs&#039;. You can&#039;t attend the claiming until you turn 18, so this will be the first time I will be attending. It is mandatory that I go, per Pack Law.<br /> My father says that no one will want to claim me. That when I return, he will sell me to a friend of his, that lost his mate ten years ago. Father says he will enjoy the money, and be happy to no longer have to &quot;take care of me.&quot;<br /> My mother, my father&#039;s mate, died giving birth to me and my twin brother. I was the only one to make it, and he has hated me ever since. He takes his anger out on me every day, blaming me for them not being here. You may feel bad for him, for losing his mate, his other half. But from my understanding, he was always an abusive prick, even to her. Or so the other Pack members tell. So it may have been a blessing to her, to have died as she did.<br /> I personally do not wish for death. A way out, yes. A quiet life, for sure. Do I think it&#039;s possible that my mate will come along and make everything sunshine, rainbows and unicorns, no. I just hope to be treated better then I am now.<br /> As I clean and prep meals for tonight and tomorrow, I think about the dream I had this morning, that was so rudely interrupted. It had felt so real, that it confused me since I was still in my bed when I woke.<br /> In my dream, a large grey wolf had come and was stalking me. He was not my mate. He was circling in closer when I heard a distant howl, that had taken my attention away from the grey wolf. My mistake, because he took that instance to pounce on me and shift into his human form. He was an older man in his forties and was completely undressed on top of me. I can not clearly tell you what he looked like, but his hands tried to roam all over my body, as I tried to fight my way from under him. This only enticed him more, since every time I squirmed, I was inadvertently rubbing myself against his manhood. In the distance, I heard a very loud menacing growl. You could tell the growl held authority and the grey wolfman stilled in his actions.<br /> In the blink of an eye, he was pulled off of me and thrown very harshly into a nearby tree. That&#039;s when I smelled him. He smelled amazing, like a caramel latte and fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies all rolled into one. Since he had shifted he was undressed as the day he was born.<br /> My mate had the most beautiful body you could ever imagine. He had lean muscles from head to toe. With perfectly sculpted arms, a tight 8 pack of a stomach, that flowed into a perfect V. I tried to keep my eyes above his waistline but I could not bring myself to look into his eyes. I have been trained to keep my eyes on the ground, and as I lowered my eyes to look at the grass, I caught a glimpse of what he had to offer below. &quot;WOW!&quot; Being a wolf you see others in their birthday suits more than you would like. Let me tell you he was exceptionally large, even for a wolf.<br /> A breath caught in my throat, as I think &quot;How will all of that fit in me?&quot; It was both long and thick. I am so small. I wanted to cry at that moment.<br /> Sensing my distress, my mate walked towards me and place a gentle finger under my chin as he pulled my gaze up to his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of vibrant green. They matched the greenery of the woods. I was so focused on his eyes I have no clue what his face looked like, but I do know that it is framed by a large amount of thick dark shaggy hair.<br /> He finally spoke and said only one word in a deep husky voice. &quot;MINE!&quot;<br /> I melted at the word and shakily responded with only one word myself. &quot;Yours!&quot;<br /> He took me in his arms and crushed his lips into mine, nibbling on my bottom lip asking for entrance, and I let him in. He explored my mouth with great zeal. I could feel the passion and want flow from his body over mine.<br /> It is very common to be claimed, mated, and marked all within a few hours of meeting your mate. So I knew what to expect next.<br /> He stood at my gate and as he went to enter, that&#039;s when I heard my father&#039;s banging and yelling at the door. It tore me away from my beautiful dream, just as I was about to be complete.<br /> I want nothing more than to be claimed tonight. I do not want to be sold to my father&#039;s friend, I do not want to stay in this pack that has never protected me from him, and I do not want to see the man that calls himself my father ever again.<br /> I do not care if my mate is a good man or not. I know not all mates are knights in shining armor, but anything had to be better than this.<br /> <br /> Flairs and fireworks were shot up into the sky and the sound of distant howls could be heard. That was the signal that the males had entered the hunt. I was about three-fourths of a mile out, it seems, from the start. I opened my water bottle and took a sip while I sat and listened to the sound of the woods. Every now and then you would hear a distant growl, moan, shriek, squeal or moan.<br /> After about an hour I heard a rustling behind me, and also one to the front of me. The sound in front of me increased while the sound behind me stopped completely. I saw eyes shine at me through the brush and I stood up slowly keeping the tree at my back as protection. A grey wolf stalked out into the opening. This was not my mate.<br /> He was circling in closer when I heard a distant howl from behind me, that had taken my attention away from the grey wolf. My mistake, because he took that instance to pounce on me and shift into his human form. He was probably nearing the age limit of thirty-five and was completely undressed. The grey wolf had sandy blonde hair, was still well built, and was now hovering over top of me. As his hands tried to roam all over my body, I tried to fight my way from under him. This only enticed him more, since every time I squirmed, I was inadvertently rubbing myself against his manhood. In the distance, I heard a loud menacing roar. You could tell that the growl held authority and the grey wolfman stilled in his actions.<br /> In the blink of an eye, he was pulled off of me and thrown very harshly out of the clearing. That&#039;s when I smelled him. He smelled amazing, he smelled like Nautica cologne, mixed with fresh rainwater and blueberries. Since he had shifted he was undressed as the day he was born.<br /> He was more perfect than in my dream. As he walked towards me, you could see every muscle in his legs flex. He rolled his shoulders back, and his broad chest rippled towards his sculpted eight-pack that continued down into a perfect V. I lowered my eye and caught a glimpse of what lay between those powerful legs. Just as in my dream it was long and thick and standing at full attention. I was already wet with want.<br /> As he approached me he said just one word. &quot;MINE!&quot;<br /> I replied just as I did in the dream &quot;YOURS!&quot;<br /> That is where the dream ended and my new nightmare started.<br /> As my mate caught up to me, he grabbed me and pushed me hard into the tree. His left hand wrapped around my throat, and as I was forced to look into his eyes, and they are pitch black with no white. The darkest part of his wolf is at the surface, and he roughly turns my head to the left. I&#039;m lifted and pressed harder into the tree. Without any warning or request, he is pushing into me. I feel my first time rip in another second.<br /> As I scream out loud from the pain, he growls in my ear &quot;Shut up, I don&#039;t want to hear a peep from you little mate. Your gonna take what I have to give you no matter what.&quot;<br /> I silently cried as he continued pounding into me. I thought he was never going to finish. It felt like it had been more than an hour before he was finally ready to release. As he was nearing his finish, he quickened past inhuman speeds. His breathing was ragged and I felt like he was about to snap me in two. He finally let go of my neck, grabbing onto my hips, positioning me at a slightly different angle. He pounded into me as hard as he could three more times, leaving an indentation of my back in the tree, as he came filling me to the brim with his seed. As he finished his canines extended and he bites harshly into my neck causing me to scream once more. He stilled and caught his breath as he released his teeth from my neck. Once he was done filling me, he pulled out and dropped me to the ground.<br /> I fell hard, and I cried out again as pain spread up my spine from my tailbone. Maybe my mate wouldn&#039;t be better, than returning to my father. No, I want this. I want to go. He marked me. I have to go. I always knew that the possibility of my mate being gentle with me the first time was low. I never expected that but wolves are wild.<br /> He barked at me to stop, &quot;Stop crying before I leave you here. My wolf got what he wanted, to feel his mate, and I got my fill. I&#039;m not a repeat lay. I don&#039;t do the monogamous thing. So do not think that just because I am your mate that I will not reject you and leave you if you keep crying like a child. I have women throwing themselves at me every night. Any one of them would have loved to have just been you. To feel me, all of me. Have me pump myself into them. Now get up and follow me, quietly.&quot;<br /> I flinched expecting him to hit me, but the blow never came. I looked up and he had turned to walk off. I had stopped crying, I learned at a very young age, how to not show my pain. I had a new problem though. I could not walk, I was barely able to stand. Between being dropped on my tail bone, nearly being split in two as he entered me, and over an hour&#039;s worth of relentless pounding, I only managed to hold myself up for a moment. At that moment I felt his warm seed run down my leg before I collapsed on the ground. My whole body shut down in that instance, and I was swallowed into the darkness.<br /> <br /> The Alpha, my mate doesn&#039;t want anything to do with me, but he doesn&#039;t want me to die. To be perfectly honest, it is looking like a better deal than I had back home, so I will take solitary confinement. I know that my mate wants me alive for more selfish reasons, but it&#039;s better than being beaten.<br /> My daily routine started in the shower. I was dried and dressed in an oversized t-shirt since no one had bothered to get me clothes when Kelly came in with my breakfast. She took my dirty towel as she left. Since my second day here she has only said a handful of words to me. Today she didn&#039;t say a word just dropped off my food and took my towel. I generally would get a glare, but I didn&#039;t even warrant that today.<br /> I grabbed my breakfast and started eating while I watched a rerun of Big Bang Theory. I got about halfway through my breakfast and had to run to the bathroom to get sick. That woman is trying to poison me now. I threw out most of the breakfast and choose to nibble on the toast and drink the water for now. Once I finished that, I switched to the yoga channel and started to stretch and bend. As I was switching from one position to another, I caught my big toe on the bed and put a huge gash in it. I hobbled into the bathroom and pulled out the first aid kit. I pulled out two of the biggest band-aids that were in there plus a wipe. I cleaned my toe and wrapped it in the band-aids. As I was closing up the kit, I picked up the little box of tampons and looked up at the wall where I marked off the number of days that I have been here.<br /> I realized that I had been here for 37 days and have yet to need this box. Maybe it was due to stress that I had skipped this month, I tried to lie to myself. I knew better, even when I had been beaten within an inch of my life, I was still 28 days regular. I should have gotten it about a week after I had gotten here, and I would be due for my second one about now.<br /> I placed my right hand on my stomach, trying to get a sense of if there is something in there. I pulled my shirt up and stared into the mirror. I noticed that I was shaped differently now than before, and it wasn&#039;t just from my daily yoga routine. My boobs looked fuller than they should be, and when I turn to the side, my stomach which should be flat has a small but prominent bump in between my hip bones. When did this happen? How..... well I know-how. I have intercourse once, once I repeat, in my life and I end up pregnant. I start to hyperventilate.<br /> What am I suppose to do? My mate doesn&#039;t want me, and from his conversation with his Beta, he doesn&#039;t want any pups either. Will, he hurt them. Will, he hurt me to hurt them. I sit and cry. There&#039;s nothing else I can do. While I cry, I decide that I will hide the pregnancy. I want my pup, even if the Alpha doesn&#039;t. <br /> Since I&#039;m a wolf, my term of pregnancy will be about twenty-five weeks. So I&#039;m about five weeks now, which leaves me with another twenty weeks to go. While I was still in school, I was in training to be a nurse. When you have to perform first aid on yourself nearly every day, it sounded like a good life choice. I had helped deliver seven pups while helping at the Pack Clinic, so I already had a very good idea of what I was going to need for the birth. Since it is a self-birth, that I plan on doing by myself, my best option would be in the shower. It will be easy to get into. There are extra blankets and pillows that I can lay down on the floor. There are sturdy handholds on the wall, that I can grip onto. Along with a ready supply of water to clean things up. I need to come up with something to cut the umbilical cord with, but I have plenty of time for that.<br /> Once I found out I was pregnant, time flew by. I wasn&#039;t as depressed as I was before. I had something to live for. My stomach is growing at an alarming rate because I feel as if I&#039;m as big as a house. I have continued to keep myself healthy by doing prego yoga, so most of my baby weight is in my boobs and belly. I have noticed though that my hips seem a little wider and my bottom is filling out a little more. I have about a week left until I should be due. Kelly is an idiot because she has no clue what is happening in here.<br /> I&#039;ve been having random contractions over the last week know as Braxton Hicks. As I stood up to start my daily routine. I felt an immense sense of pressure in my stomach, followed by a washing wave of relief. Then I felt the wetness that now covered the floor. Well, that just happened. With my water breaking a week early I was a little nervous. I had come up with a plan for cutting the cord so I had to do that now before I was in too much pain.<br /> I was hit by a contraction at that moment and leaned on the bed for support. I rode it out and started to count the time in between. I moved into the bathroom being careful not to slip in my broken water. I took my t-shirt off and hung it over the mirror. I punched the mirror as hard as I can and removed a large piece to use as a makeshift knife. I pulled out the first aid kit, and cleaned up the edges of the mirror with a wipe, and smeared Neosporin on the edges just for good measure. I pulled out my supplies from under the bathroom counter.<br /> I was just about to put everything into the shower when I noticed the time. Kelly would be arriving any minute. I could set a watch off of her punctuality. I turned on the shower hoping that she would think I overslept and was just not out yet. From where the door is she shouldn&#039;t see the puddle I left. A moment after she opened the bedroom door I turned off the shower, so again she would think I was just running a little behind.<br /> &quot;Breakfast and fresh towels are here,&quot; Kelly yelled.<br /> I opened the door just enough to stick my head out and yell &quot;Ok great&quot; in a sarcastic tone.<br /> I heard Kelly close and lock the door again and I continued setting up for the birth. I place the blankets and pillows in the small shower, pulled out some water bottles, and was hit by another contraction. So that was about 10 min apart. I sat down in my makeshift birth room. I did some stretches that are supposed to speed along the process of labor while I wait, counted time, and continued to contract. It took hours before I was contracting every few minutes. I reached down and I could not only feel that I was dilated but I was also touching the top of my pups head. It was time to push and push hard.<br /> I stood up into a crouch and grabbed the handhold and I pushed. I was in the middle of my first push when the bathroom door opened. There stood Kelly with my Mate standing behind her...

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