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...
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"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?
WARNING: THIS BOOK HAS MAJOR PLOT HOLES, AND IS ALL TOGETHER VERY BAD. I SUGGEST YOU READ MY NEW BOOK, Skeletons In My Closet. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
When they slowly cut my skin, I didn't scream, when I felt their blades lightly drag across my stomach and legs I didn't shake. This was my life and I was used to it. It was fine. When they slowly cut my skin, I didn't scream, when I felt their blades lightly drag across my stomach and legs I didn't shake. This was my life and I was used to it. It was fine.
When his red stamp hit my card, I couldn't dare look. But those red letters attacked my eyes; Weak.
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This was the Alpha playing with his food.
I could imagine how he would stalk to me, his head high with all his teeth showing. His pure white fur not being touched by the dust he had created when he chased after me. I can only imagine how every step for him would be a leap for me. That blood would hang from his mouth and drip onto the forest floor but not even faze his fangs.
I was terrified of him. Even if I couldn't bring myself to mention it, to be weak and choose to submit.
These thoughts kept me running, the invisible echo of a laugh that wasn't really there stayed in my ear, even though he was nowhere to be.
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He was terrifying, but yet, at he same time he was safe.
AU: I STARTED WRITING THIS 2 YEARS AGO. ITS NOT THE BEST STORY.