Synopsis

Two different worlds, two different personalities, two different people, one soul binding bond.
No matter the circumstances, fate continued to constantly push two opposite forces towards each other. Fate had brought them to the water, but would they drink from it was the question

*Excerpt*

[It's her!. She's the one!.]
{No, it cannot possibly be her, I don't accept it, you can be wrong}.
[Don't be so hardheaded!. I've been around for centuries and am of certain that she's the one.]
{You're saying that this stubborn stripper is...} Karla's voice pulled him vigorously out of his head.

"Listen to me, I don't know what the hell you did to these people, but you have two choices. Either I report you all to the LCPD or you let me become a part of your pack." Karla stated, not giving them an easy option.

"We have to leave now! The police are getting closer!." Dritan hollered from where he stood, taking a step closer.

"Your time is running out." Karla reminded the three of them, as she stared eye to eye with the leader.

"Just grab her and let's get the fuck out of here!." Cora yelled, her eyes scanning the area, taking a sweep at alternative exits.

Karla grinned at him, a sick grin, one showing that she knew she had an upper hand in the situation.

"You're just a stubborn pain in the ass drunk on your own stupidity and simplicity." He crooned unequivocally.

In seconds, he swept Karla off her feet, taking both his pack members by surprise. Karla herself was stunned by the sudden turn out of events.

She raised up her head, to see a leg flying above her in midair, pointed sharply, and the next thing she saw was utter blankness and darkness.
[Stubborn bastard! You just knocked out your mate!.]

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A sexy chuckle escaped the lips of the boss, puzzling Karla, but not as much as when Mr Grey sat on his office chair legs apart, without noticing she was hiding under his desk!.

And to top off the weird tension in the room, Karla had the irresistible urge and an insatiable lust to touch the thick thighs of the man-whore for herself. Her hands moving against her will to get a feel of his meaty thighs!.