Fuck YOU,Alpha!

Fuck YOU,Alpha!

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MatureComplete Sat, Aug 8, 20157m

Look,i'm going to keep this as short as i possibly can. My name is Armistice Luman Marshall, I have dark green eyes,brown hair and am the height of 5'9.I'm a werewolf. This is the part where you go running, probably screaming too.I'll just give you a second before i continue... OK, now more about my current situation. I would best be described as a fleeter, you know the opposite of fighter? Anyways, the only reason i run instead of fighting is because when there's a threat my wolf surfaces and eliminates it. NO, it's not a good thing, i can just feel you judging me. So, do me a favour and stop, my wolf isn't any different than a normal wolf, the only thing that makes me stand out is that i have my wolf's eyes, even in my human form. I was born with hazel eyes, now they're just a luminescent red. Which basically means, i should introduce you to tom, my sunglasses that i do not take off. My eyes cause a lot of problems for me. For example, when i was spying on a group of rebel wolves my sunglasses fell off when i was bending over to tie my boots. Just remember i am an idiot sometimes, and my sun glasses flung off the exact moment the chief recognized me. To keep this short i ran like a bullet out of the bar they were gathered in. I forgot to tell you, i'm the mate of a very wealthy Alpha who placed a bounty on me. Well, you probably think i'm nuts so i'll start from the beginning. Join Armistice on a journey where she not only discovers her purpose in life, but the amount a wealthy Alpha can do to make her life suck.There's going to be crying, sexual frustration, deaths but most importantly, love.

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