What if the big bad wolf took Little Red Riding Hood solely for his pleasure？

After my grandmother passed away， it left me with this feeling of emptiness。 I had a dead-end job， no friends or family， and I was trying to navigate this new world while being utterly alone。

The perfect solution？ Take a once in a lifetime trip to Alaska and reconnect with the wilderness and all the things that make me happy。

Being isolated in a cabin with no electricity， running water， or cell service sounded perfect until I roughed it in the wild and realized this might not have been the best idea。

Things were going great until they weren’t， and I realized I wasn’t alone。 It was the hunter， and I was its prey。

And when I finally came face-to face with my stalker， it wasn’t anything I could have pictured in my wildest dreams。

He was a monster， a literal furry， huge werewolf looking beast that said he chose me as his mate， and I was now his。

It took me to his lair where he touched me， licked me… gave me pleasure。 And despite knowing I had to fight him and this new reality， I wanted more。

Wolf might be terrifying to look at， bigger and stronger than anything I could ever imagine， but his sole purpose was to please me。

The real question was， did I ever want to go back to civilization and the life I once knew？