He Can Change

He Can Change

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Rachel is a teenage girl she is 18 oh and she is a werewolf and she is abused by her pack. The sunshine pack but it was far from sunshine. because she is a runt so she is hit kicked punched whipped the whole shabang but she was never raped Pleas is an alpha also an werewolf he has the biggest pack in the world the bloodbath pack and he is the cruelst most ruthless alpha he is 21 and has been looking for his mate since he was 18 when he gets her he hits her because of anger he know he needs to stop so hex tries Can he get Rachel to open up or not Is Rachel gonna fall for him or Not Is Pleas gonna soften up
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NOTE: please do not comment "it's Britney bitch" in the comments as I hat Britney Spears and those type of comments will be deleted, thank you. WARNING: due to this being written was I was really young, this book is hella cringy and cliche, it's also a rough draft and contains spelling errors. She was an unwanted runt. He's the Alpha King. She was ousted from her pack. He was looking for his Mate. She's a four foot runt. He a fully grown six foot-four inch werewolf. She was captured and tortured. He's been ruling the Werewolf World for seven years, unmated. She's 17. He's 26. ------------- "This right here," he says, moving his hands up my thigh, squeezing it lightly. "That's mine. Are we clear?" He asks, tightening his arms around my waist. "Yes." I say, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. " I don't think so kitten. You're not going anywhere until you get dressed." He whispers in my ear, huskily. "Okay." I say, hurrying off into the giant walk-in closet to get dressed. © Neva Bellthorn 2016 All Rights Reserved.

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