For Moon's Sake!

A/N: This story belongs to the author who, on Wattpad, uses the username MakiOnyx. This is an original werewolf story, all characters belong to MakiOnyx, all scenes belong to MakiOnyx, all places, characters, and ideas are fictional fantasy and not based on reallife as far as the author knows. Pictures used to create cover were searched using Public Domain/Wolves on Bing Search engine and placed together using Gimp and therefore not owned by MakiOnyx. This story is rated R for possible violence, foul language, and the possibility of sexual content not acceptable for those under the age of 17 depending on laws for your region. - MakiOnyx sign. LLS

             

          The world isn’t full of pixie dust, unicorns, and rainbows – at least not to my knowledge it isn’t. No, the world is a harsh and cold place, forcing us to realize things we never saw before until something hits us hard in the gut, twisting our insides. Not a pretty picture is it? Well if you were expecting happily ever after leave now, because my story isn’t sappy, it isn’t romantic, and believe me when I say it isn’t titled “The Alpha’s Rejected Mate”.

               Alright, I know what you’re thinking: If this isn’t a romance, why am I bothering? Because you’re ready for a new story. Something different from those tales of alphas rejecting the perfect mates, two years pass and bam! Baby come back!

        There are hundreds of them following that path. So let’s get some things straight about the world of werewolves: Soul mates don’t fucking exist, Alphas can kiss my ass, and if you think I’m a weak bullied little she-wolf who plans on growing up big and strong, think again.

               Did I just hear a fucking gasp? Get over your selves. Think logic, my darlings: If we only got one mate, and all these asshole males are rejecting theirs, how the hell are there werewolves still around? There would be zero breeding. We would die out before any sort of enemy could take us all out. It just isn’t feasible, as an instinctual ran species. That’s why the Moon Goddess, in her tremendous amount of wisdom gave us the ability to locate more than one mate.

               I’m not saying there isn’t a pull, alright. Yeah, there are yummy scents and tingles abound, but we don’t have to worry if we are rejected, someone will come along. Well, at least that is what I’ve been told.

               I can hear you, you know. You’re asking “Why are you such a bitchy she-wolf then?” If I have more than one mate right? No problem, I’ll get to that, but first just remember what I said. If you’re expecting an abused she-wolf whose alpha looks her way and cringes in disgust just to want her bad in two years – Yeah well that’s not my story so I suggest you turn back now before you get burned.

               I warned you, didn’t I?