His Luna

His Luna

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I never thought I would be becoming a rogue. But as I walked against the grounds delicate leaves I knew it was the right thing to do. The leaves were crunching faintly under my footsteps. I tried very hard not to make a sound. In order to escape my pack and my notorious alpha, I needed to cross the borders of 2 territories. This was not going to be easy. I was afraid. Very afraid. I heard stories about packs that captured rogues and killed them. I swallowed hard and inched forward just thinking about it. Then I stopped dead in my tracks. That smell, what is it? Where is it? Leaves crunched from behind me and the smell grew stronger. I turned around slowly and the most terrifying wolf stood before me. It growled at me and hopped to one side. It was planning an attack. As I inched backwards, it inched backward. We both slowly were walking in our directions when it stopped. It sniffed the air and sat down slowly. It bowed its head and I stupidly inched forward. When I was in its reach, it transformed into the most beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on. He smirked and pulled me into a deep kiss. He was my mate.
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My memories always haunt me. And they never cease. They come back when I hear a simple howl at night. I wish they would just disapear, like how I made all my fear. But I know it's impossible. Fear is always easier to get rid of, of course, when you have nothing else to live for. I remember the night. The night my family was brutally murdered. The night I became a rogue. I remember all the screaming of my friends. None of us knew they would attack us that night. The night of our festival of the moon. I always wondered how I was the one to survive, the runt of the pack. . . Willow is a rouge after the tragic event of a rouge attack on her village three years ago. She now lives alone in the forest. But when she's discovered by an alpha and his beta, she has no choice but to try and run away again. But how is that possible when the alpha is her mate.

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