My Own Morals

My Own Morals

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I'm the scum of the pack, the dirty pack whore! Well so they tell me but I have more morals in my pinky then most wolves in this pack. Yes I like men but there is nothing wrong with that and I don't have to justify that to anyone, Including my mate! My life is my own when I find my mate I will either reject him or reject my current behavior but until then I do what I want when I want!!!
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"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes. 'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth. "Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.

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