Harry was called away on a business trip. We hadn't seen each other since after our date. He would call the house phone and I would have to answer, or one of the servants would come get me. The length of the calls were short. Just him telling me of things he had seen or he would ask how my day was. I hated how he made my body feel alive but I kept my responses short and most of the time one word answers. When he'd ask me what was wrong, I'd say I just missed him and play if off as a love sick puppy to which he'd laugh and tell me it wouldn't be long until he would be back home.
I was repulsed by his actions. Cyclone was something completely atrocious. I had never been so sickened in my life and I've seen some pretty gruesome things. I've seen Ben's murder. I've been scarred by an Alpha. And for just my blood, I was a freak.
Harry was using me. He was using me for an heir, that much was clear. The Goddess gave us Mates to cherish and love unconditionally, but it was people like Harry that liked to abuse the bond for their own selfish uses. I wouldn't stand by and let him use me either.
I was going to do something completely unheard of for someone of my kind.
I was going to fight.
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The Genocide
LobisomemBay has been judged her entire life. She's a "Half" which basically means she's half Werewolf and half Human. However, in the Werewolf world, that's bad, and it makes you weak.Halves are judged as abominations and freaks for not being full blooded...
