It's Called Revenge

Summary-

Cindy Hayes is a normal girl, normal life. She's a werewolf. She's the Sun Goddess. She has it all. When her life suddenly takes a turn for the worst, no one knows what to think of Cindy Hayes.

After finding out her brother survived the accident that took it's toll on the whole Royal family, Cindy becomes possessed by the worst thing imaginable.

A demon.

A year later, after many struggles and fights to overcome the thing inside of her, Cindy is healed.

But not all is right.

With her four month old daughter, Susie, constantly reminding Cindy of her ex boyfriend and her mate that constantly worries over every little thing, Cindy is fed up with it all.

Being picked on in school because she had sex with her ex boyfriend was enough.

Being feared by her parents and family was enough.

And when she had a daughter, who happened to have the same eyes as her rapist, that too was enough.

But being possessed by a demon was too much.

Now at seventeen, Cindy is no longer the warm heated person she was a year ago. Can her family help relate what was broken? Can her mate finally fix her broken heart?

Or is it all for nothing?

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Cindy's Point of View

"You don't need to hang over my shoulder watching my every move!" I screamed, slamming the door shut, "I am almost eighteen! I don't need my brothers protection anymore!"

He pounded his fist on the door, practically breaking the thing off of the hinges.

"Cindy," He sighed from the opposite side of the door, "I'm sorry, okay? I-"

"No. No your not sorry," I laughed humorlessly as I threw random things into my duffel bag, "You wouldn't of done it. You would've thought about me before you did it. I am your sister, dammit! And you go and pull that shit on me?! It was bad enough believing I killed you for the past ten years! It was bad enough when you put a demon inside of me for six months!"

"I'm not dead," He said as I threw my door open, "Therefore, you didn't kill me."

I chuckled to myself and shoved him out of the way.

"I thought I did," I snapped as I descended down the stairs, "But like every thing else in my life, I was wrong! Wasn't I?"

I picked up my sleeping daughter, cuddling her close to my chest as I walked through the living room into the kitchen. I ignored my brother.

"Our wedding," I slammed my ring on the table in front of Pierce, "Is not going to happen."

I barely registered the hurt look in his eyes before I stomped out the front door to the palace, not looking back.

He had crossed the line. And I was done.

I got in my car and I drove away.