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The Lycan Pack
Anaiah's POV I open my eyes and I feel his breath on me, his grip on me is tight. I get out of it gently and go to take a shower. I look into the mirror and gasp when I see bruises on my skin and many hickeys on my neck. I sigh and get into the shower, the hot water feels good on my body. After I'm done, I wear my sweats and a tank top, I put a hoodie over my outfit because it's cold and go outside. I'd love to be in bed with my mate but I must make breakfast for the whole packhouse. I quickly run downstairs to the kitchen to get started but I'm surprised to find Amos there. He looks to be in deep thoughts, in his hand is what smells like a strong coffee, I slowly back away, not wanting any trouble but he speaks. "Stay... Please," His voice is strained. I look around and get to the oth
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