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The Hunter Becomes The Hunted

Twenty-nine year old Jacy is a bounty hunter that chooses to go after the tough bounties. The bigger the man the better. Why? Because she wants to knock them down to size. Who wouldn't feel small after having a woman take them down? But it's not all easy for this female alpha wolf. She has her tough days on the job and will need to de-stress from time to time. So, what happens when Jacy meets Kyle, a super sexy feline who is just as much the take charge kind as she is? The two meet at a bar and have a hot night of passion. The problem is that Jacy can't remember his name, or even what he looks like. But Kyle can't forget about her. And he left a little something behind when he left that night. Will Kyle find the woman he thinks is his destiny? Or will Jacy run away from him like she did her pack? Time will tell in this story that is full of laughs, fights, and lots of alpha headbutting. *********** SEX LANGUAGE IMPLIED TORTURE ADULT SITUATIONS EXTREME VILOLENCE *********** FOLLOW ME AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK https://discord.gg/8wrYgHqemB https://twitter.com/DCinMI https://www.facebook.com/deni.chance.71

Deni_Chance · Fantasy
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178 Chs

I NEED TO GET FREE

I was glad that Victor was gone, but now I was stuck. I was still chained to the bed with a splitting headache. I remembered why my head hurt, of course, I had remembered everything. And I would personally rip Victor's head from his body for hitting me with that fucking pipe and taking me away from my baby. He was going to pay. And the price he needed to pay would be his life.

I needed to get out of this mess, though. I wouldn't be able to do anything to help my situation if I was still strapped to this fucking bed. And I would be damned if I was going to stay here. I would do everything in my power to get home. I would return to my baby and my mate. 

I struggled against the chains. I fought over and over trying to get myself free. I pushed, pulled and fought against the chains until they dug into my skin; I still couldn't get free. I was slowly losing hope, but I would never give up.