Hello, this story is not good. It was written by a depressed young tween who didn't understand what an abusive relationship is. I'm only keeping it up because it's my only completed book. Take everything a grain of salt. (It's cringey)
So good luck on fixing me and what we could've been
But you'll always fail to see I'm forever broken
I hate your guts, I hate his too
I hate myself for loving you
You're the only reason that
I hate everyone
-Falling in Reverse
Alaska is sick of her life. She's sick of everyone. It all started in forth grade when she moved to Colorado. She was a different girl back then... Alaska was naive, had blonde hair, loved people, and was kind. Then she met Dillon he was gorges, tall, strong, and everything Alaska was not. Dillon was a werewolf and next in line for Alpha position of Black Blood Pack. Dillon hates his mate and waiting tell he is old enough to reject her. He dose what he can, ignores her, forgets her, because she is nothing but a pathetic human. Or so she thought...
. . .
"Get out of my head!" He yelled at me. I stood my ground, because I was here and was not leaving.
"What's your problem with me?" I hissed.
"Your weak, ugly, pathdic, little human, who I could kill so easily. Unfortunately for me I can't reject you yet!" I didn't know what reject meant I knew it was bad, by the way the silent room went quite.
"Well I may be ugly, I may be pathdic, and you know what I'm a weak little human. I may not be able to kill you, you can make my life hell, go ahead, do it. You can hate me with every bone in your body. But if you think for a moment I care your wrong." That was the biggest lie I ever told.
What happens when an alpha were wolf and element witch meet? What happens if she doesn't even know she's a witch?
*COMPLETED*
My head bowed in a heavy mannor, not in respect, but in trepidation. I discern his unwavering gaze over my ill silhouette.
"Look at me."
I opened my eyes, though it made no difference. Black is still black, all I am left with are my four senses. He will kill me if I don't look. He will kill me if I do. He will look into my sightless eyes and see my futile existence isn't worth living. He will kill me, and he will be doing the pack a justice by it.
He growls a low, throaty snarl to warn me about disobeying an alpha. There will be consequences, we both know that. His lingering growls let me know he is not going to allow me to contravene his word.
I steadily inch my head upwards, visibly shaking everywhere else. Maybe he won't notice my depthless eyes from across the gazebo. My life depends on it.
"You're blind."
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Monet was born into a particularly prestigious area of her wolf pack, to parents of extremely high standards. Her legacy is to become the packs next healer, but when she was born completely devoid of melanin, all her mated parents saw was a disappointment.
Being born an albino wolf pup meant a lot for Monet, but it mostly meant her condition had taken her eyesight along with it.
What happens when Monet meets the Alpha of a neighboring pack? Will he accept her for what she is?
~CONTENT WARNING~
This book contains depictions of physical abuse, foul language, and upsetting scenary.
This book is in no way, shape, or form glorifying domestic abuse of a parent or partner.
This book is intended for individuals who feel at odds with their self due to their uniqueness. It is meant to shine light on those who differ from the majority; conquering, and overcoming those who lessen them for what makes them special.
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Word count at completion date: 33,915
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