my imperfect past

my imperfect past

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All of her life, Paige Lopez has gone through hard times. She was sent to an orphanage as a young child and gets adopted many times. As she gets older, things get worse. She learns that her and her wolf will have to get through these tough times by themselves. Will they get through this untouched, or suffer in the game that people call life?
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This story is the sequel to my previous story "King of the Vamps". It would be beneficial to read that story first as you will be introduced to some characters and certain plot points! Clayton, the son of revered King Ulric and Queen Amaryllis has reached the age to find his mate. The day he tracked her scent, he expected to find a gorgeous vampire attached to the scent. However, a small human child stood in place of his expectations. He felt an intense need to protect the little girl and to love and provide for her as an older brother would for their younger sister. Although he was expecting a mature female to complete his mate bond with, he is prepared to raise his young mate, who was unfortunately abandoned by her parents. He is determined to provide her a life full of happiness and love. ****** "What difference does it make how old I am? I'm not a little kid, Clay. If it's about me being 18, six months doesn't make a big difference." "You're making this very difficult for me," he said, his jaw clenched. "Please tell me," she whispered. Clay tilted his chin up and closed his eyes. He couldn't handle looking at her face. If he looked at her for one more second he would break. She was the only person in the world who held enough power to weaken him. "Please," her sweet voice whispered again. And there his resolve went. Completely out of the door. He grabbed her hips and pushed her against the wall. "You want to know, Hadley?" He asked, his voice dangerously low.

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