We all have our scars...our broken parts
Then, there are those people...those places....they carry more than scars. Involuntary repercussions lasting beyond their own time...they leave marks behind.
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I can still remember what it was like, before everything changed and my Alpha decided to start punishing me. I remember when I had friends and family and a house for a home. I lost it all and gained my Alphas hate in one single day.