After that fiasco, I refused to leave my room.
It wasn't that I didn't want to, its just that I'm too scared to.
I was afraid of being bullied or criticized.
It was bad enough that I was like a slave and used as a punching bag by my old Pack.
'What if these people are the same?'
'What if their kindness was all just an act?'.
'Or What if they use me?'.
Being a great white wolf can draw unwanted attention.
Either ways, I wasn't going to risk it.
Better safe than sorry after all.
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My mate rejected me and now regrets.
WerewolfHe looked at her before laughing. "The moon goddess must really hate me,of all the strong females in the pack she could've pick any of them but you,you're nothing but a bony,weak,pathetic omega.Your coming into this world was a big mistake and abomi...
