Stronglanguag Stories

I wasn't a typical teenager. I'd been through more rough patches than a weed eater. I didn't grow up behind a white picket fence. I didn't go to Sunday school. My body was no temple, though it was worshiped by many. Girls kept their boyfriends away from me for good reason. I was desired. Wanted. Admired. While my friends were following the rules, I was breaking them. I'm careless. Reckless. Uncontrollable. I don't apologize for who I am. I embrace it. But all things must come to an end. He was my new beginning. *Contains scenes of a graphic nature including abuse and sexual abuse.*

Of a human how has a mate with a werewolf