*REWRITTEN VERSION OF MY BROKEN LUNA* Charlotte Beck has been abused by the Red Stone pack since the age of eight when she was taken away from her family. With virtually no memory of how she came into the hands of her tormentors or what her life was like before it all turned to hell, she is trapped in a constant cycle...
"Stop. Stop, please." I sob as the whip comes down on my back once more. "Shut up yo-" my tormentor's words are cut off by a ferocious growl. I sense another masculine figure in the dark room, but can't make out a word he's shouting. The burning and searing pain that I'm experiencing is just too much. A sickening snap...
He's an alpha. She is nothing. He's loud and outgoing. She's a mute freak. He needs his mate. She wants to be dead. What happens when two opposites cross paths? (i wrote this when i was 14-15 so please just be aware that it moves quickly and it's cliche)