The Mother Wolf
Copyright© 2024 by Karlie_F.
Chapter 5
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Amaryllis, the girl in the basement, hasn't seen sunlight since before her first shift. She shifted at the early age of 10 which is almost unheard of. She is now 19 and losing hope. The little food she is given has wolfsbane on it. With no wolf, No love, and No hope,Amaryllis fights with herself about giving up to be with the moon goddess. Will she be saved from this hell, and from herself?
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Rowan
We reached the locked door and the sweet smell hit my nose stronger. As I reached for the door, I felt something happen to her. It is abnormal to feel your mate until the mate bond is complete. But I felt her. I felt her warmth going cold.
‘Brian, open the door.’
Brian nodded to me and used his powerful strength to kick in the door.
We heard Alpha Dean yell angrily as we ran down the stairs.
The stairs seemed to go on forever. But her scent got stronger. After what seemed like a 5 minute run through the forever descending staircase, the air around us got colder and we saw the bottom few steps with a girl laying on the floor.
Blood was on the wall near where she laid. I immediately took off my leather jacket and covered her with it. I picked the girl up and held her in my arms. What had they done to my beautiful mate!
We heard Dean yell behind us again as we started to walk back up the stairs.
Dean stopped a few steps above us.
“Alpha Rowan, that prisoner is to be hanged at dawn. She is dangerous. You shouldn’t be near her!”
Dean’s voice was only missing me off more.
“Alpha Dean. Please let’s go back to the office and talk.”
Dean’s face went white as he turned to go back up the stairs.
We reached the end of the stairs and started the walk back to the office. The girl was still knocked out and has not moved. Her hair was covered in blood, her weak frame was thin and I could feel her bones. I couldn’t see much in the filthy basement, but I could feel a plethora of scars. My jacket still covered her body as we continued to walk.
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