love hurt

love hurt

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“You did this to my baby! “Her mother screamed and cried, pointing at me with anger and rage. it hurts hearing those words and it hurt to see her lay there in the casket but I couldn't cry. They say a man is not suppose to cry but after that day I think I cried almost everyday of my life. I don’t remember the first time I ever saw her, I just remember every time I would see her I would think damn she look so sexy. I guess that’s all I ever wanted from her was just sex. You know how we boys think, but I'm not going to say that I didn't like her. She was the type of girl that could make a nigga fall in love, like the things she would say and do. Jayla, that was her name, Guess I was scared that she would hurt me cause I’ve been before. After that I didn’t want to trust no females.
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The pain was too intense. I had no one. Parents? My mother died in a fire. Father couldn't stand seeing how much I looked like my mother. Sibling? My father still believed my mother was alive a hiding, and never met anyone. «¥» I was slowly dying inside. My pack was in a war. Fighting against the most toughest, harsh, and rough pack known in North and South America. When the alpha turns out to be my mate I'm not concerned about, by him. «¥» There's an inferno burning me inside and out. My pack was slowly breaking down,brick by brick. I tried to make excuses for why he did that to me Stress? Tired? But when he rejected me, I left, with a burden. «¥» The passion of hurt started from the balls of my feet and ran upward. I was lost. Pain was an understatement. I would have died. We would have died. If the pack attacking my old pack hadn't kidnapped me. If then I wouldn't have found my second chance mate. «¥» Follow the life of Bethany. And see how it plays out.

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