Lupus Heart | Wolf Duology Book One
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Wolf Duology Book One
I've been rejected, hated, and abused ever since I could remember; but never once loved. I live in constant fear of what the next day will bring but chances are I might not be alive to see the sun's rising or experience another morning's cold breeze.
If I don't die from the constant beatings, I'm just as sure I'll die from the rejection and humiliation I receive everyday; that unlike them the beatings cause emotional damage too. I'm okay with dying, in fact I welcome the idea, if it wasn't for my wolf or my precious little miracle, I wouldn't be here today.
I'm broken in every way possible including my heart, it's as damaged as me and the only who can repair me is my mate but even the idea of having a mate and what he'll bring to my life scares me. Love? Rejection? Hope? Only time will tell and let's just hope it's not to late for me.
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Content Warning: This story contains themes of abuse, mental illness, blood, and drug use. Reader discretion is advised. If any of this feels familiar or personal, please know you're not alone. Feeling overwhelmed or emotional doesn't make you weak-it makes you human. If you're going through something and don't have anyone to talk to, you can always message me. My DMs are open on Instagram @thegoob_first. No judgment. Just someone who's willing to listen. ⸻ People say it gets better. That pain is temporary. That if you just "hold on," things will change. But I've been holding on so tight my hands are bleeding, and nothing's changed- except me. I'm thirteen, and I'm already tired. Not just sleepy. I mean tired in my bones. Tired of pretending school matters. Tired of dodging fists and fake smiles. Tired of being the leftover twin. Kevin was the one people loved. The loud one. The brave one. He used to say we were two halves of the same storm. But he's gone. Drowned in a river we weren't supposed to be near. And I'm still here. Alone. Sometimes I wonder if the wrong twin died. And some days, I know it. My mom won't look at me the same. My dad's fists speak louder than his words. And me? I gave up a long time ago. So I did what you're not supposed to do. I ended it. Only-I didn't. Because I woke up. Again. Same day. Same weight in my chest. Same pain. Now I can't even die right. But then I met her. Skye. And suddenly, dying isn't the hardest part anymore. Living is.
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