Pretty Fears

Pretty Fears

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"Enough's enough!" Kris shouted, his fists in a tight ball. He was so much larger than Sidney, in both muscle and height. The crowd only got larger, his pack and Sidney's merging in a harmless attempt of watching the two Alpha's fight. Sidney did make a note; Kris didn't have the signature blue eye that all Alphas had. So that only cared to speak; he wasn't an Alpha. If Kris intended to take over the Pack, he would quite literally have to kill her. Sidney's head cocked slightly, as he began circling her; his top off in a show of dominance. Sidney reluctantly moved in the rhythm, she was too young to battle this adult. "I've had enough of your childish games. Your Alpha is dead and you can't defend his word?" "I can't help that-" Sidney merely spoke. "I always knew you were a coward." Kris growled through his humanoid teeth, his arms veining at every chance. "Ever since you were a kid; I knew you didn't have it in you. Your ancestry were wrong to bestow such power onto you. You're a fraud." Sidney's eyebrows furrowed; as her stomach churned. She couldn't tell if it was adrenaline that slowly started rising, or the fear that she was going to turn down a fight. Suddenly, maybe sensing her nervousness, he let out a loud chuckle. His guard down as he looked to the others. "I knew you would run like a bitch-" before he could finish his prolonged sentence, the wolf came out. Sidney launched forward, fur escaping the pores of her skin. ~.~ A werewolf patriarch transfers control of the pack onto their youngest granddaughter, who struggles to balance pack life and mates. ~.~ Pretty Fears is in third-person. Narrator is in fact unidentified and 'invisible'. Only one characters thoughts, emotions and experiences are told to the reader. ~.~ Smut, rape, self harm (more of those bad things) warning. I will have a disclaimer for the bad things (rape/self harm)
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❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

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