A Home for My Heart

A Home for My Heart

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<Prologue> Cold. Alone. Frightened. I wasn't always like this I swear. I used to have a perfect life, the one where the sun would always shine. The birds would be chirping and a family would have a nice picnic in their own backyard. Who am I kidding? That was eleven years ago. Back when I used to love my life and act like a carefree child. Back when mom and dad would always make time for my brother and I. Back when my brother usually made me cry but always ended up, apologizing. Until an incident happened... Werewolves, happened... It was like every other day, when Blade and I came home from school to find my mother and father sitting together on a couch with a man I haven't seen before. Broad shoulders, tall, dark brown with a slight of gray hair and dark blue eyes. He looked as if he were the same age as my parents with an aura that surrounded him, authority. I haven't seen this mysterious man in my life. "Is this her?" He spoke with so much power that made fear creep on my skin. His eyes held a look of hate, disgust, and mischief, as he kneeled down in front of me. They were silent. As I met their eyes, they looked away. I was hurt when they refused to look at me, my brother was with rage, "NO, YOU'RE NOT TAKING HER!" He tried to push away the tall man but my parents pulled him back. "NO! GET AWAY FROM HER!" He shouted, yet that wasn't enough to send away this horrifying man. The man just looked at him with amusement, grabbed me roughly by the arm and took me away. I kicked, I screamed, I cried and no matter how much I did, he never cared. Then I bit down on his hand. He groaned in so much frustration, that he pulled his hand away from me. I tried to runaway but he got hold of my bag, pulling me back only to be met with a harsh slap to the cheek. I fell to the ground sideways, looking up to see him smirking, "Aren't you a feisty little one? Oh, my son will love you," he says chuckling and pulled me back up with the straps of my backpack.
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"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

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