His Queen

His Queen

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(A/N) Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this book, it kind of just stirred in my mind for about a few seconds and then I decided to wright it, so here goes nothing! (WARNING-there will be harsh language, so be ready) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I stood up having enough of the rubbish coming out of the dirty sluts mouth. " ENOUGH, I have had it with you walking and acting like you are better than me, you've treated me life shit for 5 FUCKING years, and now dare to put your hands on my mate, he's MINE, NOT YOURS MINE" I continue to shout as she flinches "The moon goddess put him with me for a reason, not some slut who can't keep her legs closed. I will stand before you with confidence, as you now will be the bug I crush under my shoe" I spit out finally able to take a big breath of fresh air, the built up anger simmering away. I look around at the other dirt loving filthy wolves I used to call my pack. "How dare you treat people so horrible,human nor werewolf, and for no Fucking reason at all" I scream at them but still continue "I hate to call any of you a pack member of mine, or a werewolf for that matter, you disgrace the Moon Goddess and all the other Gods" I'm now fully breathing hard, almost to the point of getting no air in at all. My eyes connect with my mate kyles beautiful grey eyes and my heart skips a beat, he looks angry and I honestly have no clue why. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, his jaw ticks and then he turns and walks away. My heart aches at the sight him leaving. My wolf lets out a whine and I look to the ground palming my chest trying to get rid of the aching pain. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

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