Addiction. Blake Adams wasn't looking for an addiction. He wasn't out hitting up drug dealers or spending his Friday night gambling. No, it hit him full force in a beautiful pair of green eyes, hiding a dark and heavy past. His mate. Delilah Winley, AKA Sunny Taylor, was afraid. Her brother had rescued her from that wretched man who dared lay his hands on her, but could moving to a new town and changing their names keep her safe, or would the man who gave her nightmares find her and finish what she started. And how could she live a normal life when she could barely stay conscious when someone touched her, the fear making her panic? She was in a new town with strangers who were normal. Social. So how would she survive it? If only she knew. --- STORY WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS LIKE 14 and I didn't finish it, maybe one day but proceed with caution!

Just to be clear. I wasn't one of those mates, who were abused, bullied, beaten by her pack. Because well... That's sad and way to common this day and age. No, so really I don't understand how this all came about. You know? One minute you're super excited about the Luna making your favorite apple pie, and you're sneaking a piece at night, next the future Alpha is behind you scaring the crap out of you, next thing you know you're on his bed, having the best night of your existence, then lastly. You wake up to his girl yelling at him, and he shouts. 'GIVE ME A MINUTE I HAVEN'T EXACTLY GOTTEN TO THE REJECTING PART!' Did I say lastly? Oh no. It didn't end there. Life just said, OH! You're enjoying your life. Well. *SLAP* Not fucking anymore. But you know what? Karma's a fucking bitch. ~ "While not everyone can see what I can. What I see, can see everyone." -Check out: To Whom it May Concern. A new story I've been working on for the longest time. Thanks!