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My Strangled Tears

My Strangled Tears

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All these years, a lil' lonely girl is, hated and a cute boy helps her?NO! Life's not a fairytale.....whatever you see, is not what you get...people never get a life served on a silver platter, they have to fight for it,and win, that's what you call life....a maze of struggles....same goes to Amy Morgan or should I say, Da'Silva ? ...she's no different, except, things she got are more, a WAY more difficult, will she be able to survive?...May be,but when ; she has a horrible past, terrifying childhood, and some step-brothers who hate her guts, and a whole army of haters?, I don't think so....
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Fate. Everyone swears it's beautiful. That the goddess knows best. That when she hands you a mate, it's the perfect match, written in the stars. Sounds sweet, right? Yeah, tell that to me-an omega who's spent his whole life being treated like trash by the pack that should've been my family. My father, the almighty Alpha of the BloodRose Shadows, made sure I knew what disappointment looked like before he walked out. My mom stayed, but that didn't stop the whispers, the stares, the hands that shoved me lower every chance they got. Around here, "omega" just means servant. Disposable. Forgettable. Now the clock's ticking. In two days, I turn eighteen. In two days, the goddess will chain me to someone for the rest of my life. My mate. My "perfect other half." Can you feel the excitement? Yeah, me neither. This is my story-of fate's cruel joke, of blood that never protected me, and of the bond I never asked for. Because destiny doesn't always save you. Sometimes, it just breaks you. WARNING!! Mentions of Abuse SH Homophobia Smut BxB

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