Alphas Claim

"You were made for me," he says while stroking my cheek. "You belong to me." He threads his fingers through my hair, then yanks my hair back making me gasp and look into his amber orbs. "But if you so much as talk to another man, I'll punish you. Then you will sit and watch me kill him. Slowly." I knew he was serious...

My Journal's Secrets

Every week my Language Arts Teacher had us write in a journal about whatever we want. Mine happen to be personal thoughts that I put on paper because, well, I simply enjoy writing. I hope you find them interesting and relatable.