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"Sometimes in life, we have to hunt before we become the hunted."
Nicole Sinclair just won an award for scientific work in the field of genetics and biochemistry, but the acknowledgment couldn't get rid of the emptiness she had felt ever since her husband died. Red wine did it better.
The secret service launched an investigation of unusual sexual attacks that happened in a forest near the secret government facility, and Nicole's work on protein traces found in the blood of rape victims was one of the reasons why Constantine, the head of the investigation, called her to join their team.
The plan was to catch the rapist before he attacked again by sending an agent as bait. After several unsuccessful weeks, Nicole has a new idea about how to attract the rapist, and that same night she goes to hunt in the forest. "Hunting down my Alpha" is a 7300+ short story about a smart, voluptuous woman who is not afraid to enter the darkness. The story contains explicit sex between a curvy woman and a sexy alpha male werewolf, and is intended for mature audiences only! 18+
An excerpt from the story:
"Thank you for coming Nicole," the agent said as he entered the room.
"My name is Constantine."
"Good morning. You already know my name," she replied.
"Yes, I do, and without further ado, I guess you want to know why you are here."
"Indeed. After all, you are referring to me by my first name, which would mean that you spent enough time thinking or researching about me that you already feel comfortable enough to call me Nicole. I am sure you can't wait to tell me why I am here, so please proceed."
"Reasonable assumption. I'll be honest. I do feel familiar since I personally did a background check on you. I know why you stopped using antidepressants, the temperature of the Bourgogneg Pinot Noir you drank last night, and the sixteen minutes you need to pleasure yourself while watching a mature content movie called The Lucky Inch."
Nicole blushed as she scratched the inner side of her forearm; his words had crushed the initial confidence she had at the beginning of the interview.
If this guy can know how long it takes me to pleasure myself …
"You know what, I'll be honest too. When you entered the room with that smile, I thought you were the most attractive man I had seen in the past decade. You have dimples just like my husband had. You address yourself as Constantine, I know that is not your real name even though you look like you could be The Great one. And one more thing, you look much younger than me. Yeah, you probably have a nice family or beautiful cellulite-free girlfriend, but just for a slight superficial second, I adored you." Constantine leaned over the table with his eyes wide open as if he was intimidated by her courage. People were usually disgraced by the presented information or would protest with aggression, but they would never answer in the most honest way possible. He had never experienced such a comeback in his twenty-five year career.
"Nicole, I am impressed. In less than three minutes, you showed the two most powerful tools a scientist can attain. Sharp observation and brave honesty. No wonder you are receiving all these awards for your scientific work. And no, Constantine is not my real name, and that is all you need to know about me. Our relationship will be strictly professional." Nicole smiled and ran a hand through her hair.
Nicole Sinclair just won an award for scientific work in the field of genetics and biochemistry, but the acknowledgment couldn't get rid of the emptiness she had felt ever since her husband died. Red wine did it better.
The secret service launched an investigation of unusual sexual attacks that happened in a forest near the secret government facility, and Nicole's work on protein traces found in the blood of rape victims was one of the reasons why Constantine, the head of the investigation, called her to join their team.
The plan was to catch the rapist before he attacked again by sending an agent as bait. After several unsuccessful weeks, Nicole has a new idea about how to attract the rapist, and that same night she goes to hunt in the forest. "Hunting down my Alpha" is a 7300+ short story about a smart, voluptuous woman who is not afraid to enter the darkness. The story contains explicit sex between a curvy woman and a sexy alpha male werewolf, and is intended for mature audiences only! 18+
An excerpt from the story:
"Thank you for coming Nicole," the agent said as he entered the room.
"My name is Constantine."
"Good morning. You already know my name," she replied.
"Yes, I do, and without further ado, I guess you want to know why you are here."
"Indeed. After all, you are referring to me by my first name, which would mean that you spent enough time thinking or researching about me that you already feel comfortable enough to call me Nicole. I am sure you can't wait to tell me why I am here, so please proceed."
"Reasonable assumption. I'll be honest. I do feel familiar since I personally did a background check on you. I know why you stopped using antidepressants, the temperature of the Bourgogneg Pinot Noir you drank last night, and the sixteen minutes you need to pleasure yourself while watching a mature content movie called The Lucky Inch."
Nicole blushed as she scratched the inner side of her forearm; his words had crushed the initial confidence she had at the beginning of the interview.
If this guy can know how long it takes me to pleasure myself …
"You know what, I'll be honest too. When you entered the room with that smile, I thought you were the most attractive man I had seen in the past decade. You have dimples just like my husband had. You address yourself as Constantine, I know that is not your real name even though you look like you could be The Great one. And one more thing, you look much younger than me. Yeah, you probably have a nice family or beautiful cellulite-free girlfriend, but just for a slight superficial second, I adored you." Constantine leaned over the table with his eyes wide open as if he was intimidated by her courage. People were usually disgraced by the presented information or would protest with aggression, but they would never answer in the most honest way possible. He had never experienced such a comeback in his twenty-five year career.
"Nicole, I am impressed. In less than three minutes, you showed the two most powerful tools a scientist can attain. Sharp observation and brave honesty. No wonder you are receiving all these awards for your scientific work. And no, Constantine is not my real name, and that is all you need to know about me. Our relationship will be strictly professional." Nicole smiled and ran a hand through her hair.
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