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Letting go is hard but sometimes holding on is harder
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Waking up so early in the morning were especially irritating when I was dreaming wonderful dreams mostly about kicking the prick's ass.
I groaned as I got up when my stupid alarm started ringing.
8 o'clock.
Right so my Saturdays were out of the commission as well just because an insufferable prick and his father were making me train their pack.
Wolves wake early, you idiot, my wolf spoke exasperately. I could almost imagine her rolling her eyes.
Grumbling, I washed my face and quickly put on my training clothes. In my mind I could almost see the prick scowling at my tight black shirt and my skinny jeans and my lips crept into a smile unconciously before I rearranged my expression. Well, too bad. This was my bloody life. He could stuff it.
Getting on my bike, I drove it to the pack house which was hidden within the lush mountains that sorrounded the north of the town, deep within the green forest. The pack house came in sight and many wolves roamed about. The werewolves of the prick's pack gave me distrustful glances while some gapped at me openly. I let my Alpha power bleed into my eyes as I stared them down. Most scattered while others scowled at me.
The air tingled and his scent reached my nostrils. Most wolves gave him respectful nods or bowed their heads in submission. I had to admit one thing. The prick had won the respect of his pack. All wolves stared at him in awe but even I could tell that it was not because he was the Alpha's son.
My curiosity was piqued. He must have done something good for his pack to win the hearts of so many people.
His golden eyes turned a shade darker as his eyes fell on me. I gave him a superbly disdainful glance even though my wolf steered, pleased at being so close to him. He wore a tight shirt that exposed his rather appealing abs, my wolf words not mine. Out of the corner of my eyes, I noted all the females of his pack eyeing him up and I felt a twinge of jealousy and irritation which took me aback.
He pressed his lips tightly and glared at the others in the pack house. Most of the people scampered as they met his glare. I rolled my eyes just as his eyes snapped to mine and he said, "I guess you can't help but seek attention. Can your clothes get any more tighter?"
I snorted, folding my arms, "Look who's talking. Why did you even bother to wear a shirt?"
A slutty werewolf pranced across the yard and purred at the prick and put her long witchy hands on the sexy abs of my prick. Wait a second, since when did he become my prick? And why wasn't he saying anything about her clothes? What the hell? Couldn't he see what she was wearing? You couldn't even call them clothes. I mean, her shorts were nearly panties and her shirt exposed all her midriff. I huffed angrily. Biased hypocrite.
My wolf seethed in anger and growled, Snap the girl's arms for touching what's ours!
I snorted derisively and the slut turned her eyes on me and sneered, "Who's she baby?"
The prick gave her a severe look, "Trisha, go back inside to the training room where you are supposed to be!"
The slut opened her mouth to argue but the prick cut her off, "That's an order. Go."
She pouted but stuttered away.
That thot seriously needed to get her attitude fixed.
My wolf sighed smugly, So you are jealous now are you?
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Destined to be a Rogue (Alphas and Rogues#1) {Will be Edited Soon}
Werewolf| C O M P L E T E D | "I am an Alpha, an Alpha without a pack, an Alpha who was betrayed by none but her own flesh. But I shall avenge my dishonor and I shall return stronger than before. Beware." A lone rogue. A world of chaos. A forbidden love...
