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TO THE UNWANTED MATE

Author: Amy_Reason
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SERIES 2 Of TO THE MEAN MATE(BOOK2) "You could have saved her" "You choose not to save her. So please get out from my face and never talk to me. It's making me sick seeing your face when I just want you to disappear from my life." I looked up him in shock, anger and heartbreak. I can't tell him the secret. It's not mine to share. Then suddenly he pushed me into the bed, started kissing me wildly. I can feel the hate from him. He's punishing me. "You wanted this, right? That's why you killed my mate and sister." I slapped him hard. "Don't touch me" I pushed him and ran outside. I wanted to clear my mind when an uninvited guest arrives where I have to protect her because she is different. "She is human, why the hell did you brought her here? It's too dangerous." Alex yelled at me. "She need us. And she will stay here" Zander, Emma and Alex life was already miserable when a stubborn human girl appears in their life to make more complicated. Whereas, new enemies wanted something from them which they can never give up. "

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Chapter 1PROLOGUE

WARNING: This story is a sequel of "TO THE MEAN MATE" You can read this book without reading the first book. But if you want to know the depth of the characters you can read the first. It's available in webnovel

Everything was different after Amy passed away. It's been two years since everything happened. Alex and Zander merged their pack as Blood Moon pack since both of the pack lost too many lives. Emma tried everything to make Alex move on from the heartbreak of losing his mate. But his heart and mind was filled with guilt and regret. Whereas , Zander and Emma's relation got worse as Zander couldn't forgive her for not saving his baby sister life. He refused to acknowledge her as his mate. However, being a white wolf made Emma's life more difficult with too many responsibilities and power hungry Alphas. She knows she can't give up, as she is the only white wolf existing in the whole world after her grand father passed away a year ago

She couldn't forget the day everything ruined, being helpless where she could have save her best friend's life. She knows Amy already born in last eclipse. She can only recognize her after twenty years. She might be a human, werewolf ,witch or a vampire. If she born as vampire it might be difficult to locate as they left the coven years ago. Vampire no longer exists in nearby land. She hopes Amy would not be ended up as evil creatures ,there are many creatures her grand father warned her not to mess with them.

After living ten year with her toxic parents Isabella decided to leave her house. She is tired of her drunken mother who always passed out in the living room by making mess. And she also hate her father for pushing her mother in the edge as she lost herself. Her father always comes with new girl friend every night. It is even hard to sleep at night because of those vulgar talks and moans.

But she did tried to adjust the lifestyle she have nowhere to go. She can't rent a house with just from her waitress job. But one day she lost all hope in her family as her own mother sold her for a alcoholic because she doesn't have enough money to buy more alcohol. At night without talking to anyone she left the house she can't even call it home. It was never a home. Everything was changed when her twin sister died, she was the carbon copy of Isabella. She was so busy with studying and working she didn't had time to make friends. Now she is walking at midnight in the street god knows where .After walking for almost two hours she is tired, she couldn't walk anymore. Then she heard a sound from the nearest tree. She looked behind the tree. She can clearly see it is wide forest she won't make it tomorrow if she stepped in to the forest.

"Hey what are you doing there?" She heard the most annoying noise she ever heard.

"None of your business" I flipped my hair back. What does he even think of himself.

"I'LL MAKING MY BUSINESS ONCE I SHOVE MY TONGUE INSIDE OF YOR MOUTH" He yelled at me and walked towards me.

It's not the right time to argue with him when I realized three more guys joined him. They clearly look like a part of gang. There's tattoo on the their wrist ,same dragon tattoo. Suddenly the street light went off. It is the best time to run off.

"fuck of." I yelled at them and ran towards the forest.

"Let's go follow her" They marched towards me.

I ran deep into the forest as I throw my bag somewhere to fasten speed because my bag was heavy. But I instantly regret it because inside the bag I had instant noodles. After running into the woods for few minutes I saw a figure. It's a girl, she is sitting on the edge of the rock looking at the sky.

"What is she doing here at this time"?

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

I didn't noticed that she already looked back and walking towards me. I was taking deep breath as I was running for few minutes and I'm tired as hell. I need some water.

"I…Some people were following me. I was running then I ended up here?"

"What's your name?" Her voice held some power, I don't know why she is making me very nervous.

"Isabella" I whispered I don't know why I can't just walk away.

"I'm Emma" she suddenly said while pulling her hands towards me for shake hand. I hold her hand and she pulled me into southern part.

"Where.. are we going?"

"To my home."

"But it's forest ,we are going the wrong route."

"Isabella, follow me and no one knows better than me about this forest as she unfolded her hands from me and walked in front of me. At last we finally reached at a house it's more like ancient house with so many small cabins nearby.

"Come inside"

After she invited me she entered the house without looking back. I looked at myself, I'm embarrassed myself from what am I wearing who the hell run away from their house with Pokemon pajama.

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