TAMED
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Cold; both exterior and interior. What we were 'made' to be. Given a mind that wasn't our own. The lives we once had, forgotten - foreign to the deepest parts of our memories. Are we really that dangerous? Is it wrong for us to unite? They can't complain, not when they spent most of their lives screening us from affection - our eyes left wide open for the miserable depths of animosity and displeasure to take over. Isolated from the rest of the world. Tested by tools made for an animal and injected with doses and doses of drugs, just for some sort of reaction. Locked by the chains of our minds; effectively restraining us. Thinking they could shape us; the guinea pigs for their mental configuration. They thought they had dominated what was called an 'issue'. Clueless as to what was being dealt with; way more than any 'human' could handle. However they were tricked and played by their own game. Mislead and deceived by our actions. What was thought to be under control, already had them wrapped around its finger from the beginning.
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** Please read The Alpha's Beta (BOOK 1) before this, or you might get a little bit lost along the way :) ** Life, it's not always fair. It never turns out the way you plan it. In the timeline that I had planned for myself, it would have been me and my mate, no matter who it was, together forever, that's the saying, isn't it? Unfortunately, that wasn't what life thought for me. Going rogue was hard, I knew it wasn't going to be easy but I was one of the lucky ones. I managed to become part of a group. My life was alright, my stomach was full and my life was finally starting to look up. At least it was, until I pulled the sedation dart out of my side, and realised I was going to be knocked out cold. I was going to wake up somewhere else, probably on my own and who know where. What could these humans possibly want from me?

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