my big manly alpha werewolf~

moon one

"waittt i haven't got all my books yet! just let me finish this one page!" i begged ms. rochester innocently, batting my 30 cm long eyelashes at her. "bitch you literally live here get the fuck out before i call the police," she yells meanly. big bulky tears fill my ugly doodoo brown orbs, the tears cascading down my teensy cheeks, causing a flood at my petite, toddler shoe size 3 feet. if i cry any more, i would have to swim away. i angrily but cutely and quirkily hoist as many giant books into my arms as i can carry which is not many because i am so tiny and small and weak. i turn around one more time, looking down so she can't see my ugly eyes full with tears. "please ms. rochester, you know it's dangerous out there with the recent vicious wolf attacks! can't you take pity on a tiny smol bean like me?" she stomps her gargantuan t-rex phalanges on the floor, shaking the earth below me and causing me to fall over cutely. "hoe, get your dumbass out of here, and leave the books you trifing heifer." i quirkily stormed out, wiping my thicc tears away, my cheeks clapping in the wind behind me.

i shivered as the cool breeze swept between my cheeks. it was a cold night, and i had forgotten my oversized Sisters of Mercy hoodie in the library. surely ms. rochester would not let me retrieve it. my ears retrieved a clamorous noise, emanating from the hedges adjacent to me. i cowered away, springing away from the noise originating from the shrubbery. i lingered for a moment, twiddling my thumbs before realizing i was simply being a moronic fool. there was nothing but the cool breeze residing in the undergrowth. i scolded my quirky and overreactive imagination thoroughly as i trekked on, not desiring to be out-of-doors for a moment longer, for merely a brief wind could shatter every petite bone in my cute, smol frame. i turned and started to trek onwards a majestic, exalted, dignified, terrifying, manly, alpha wolf appeared before me. it charged at me and everything went black.