Touch Me (Rewrite in progress)

Touch Me (Rewrite in progress)

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I should've known nothing good ever happens after 10 p.m. All I wanted to do was drop off a stupid package to my sister and crawl back into bed. I even told myself I was being a good person-selfless, thoughtful, the world's greatest little sister. In and out. Five minutes, tops. Instead, I walked straight into chaos. No thank-you. No praise. No relieved hug. Just him. Tall. Intimidating. Infuriatingly confident. The kind of man who looks at you like he already owns the air you're breathing. And before I can even ask what his problem is, he steps closer, eyes dark with something possessive and entirely unhinged, and says the one word that flips my world upside down. "Mine." Apparently, delivering a package wasn't on my schedule tonight. Being claimed by a dominant, arrogant Alpha who insists I'm his mate was.
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You can read the uncut version of this book over on https://archiveofourown.org/works/61769338 Life could be so unfair, everyone adored my big sister Ava, yes everyone. Ava was the most popular girl in school, she was outgoing, beautiful, and shone like a radiant star. Our parents told her she could easily be a model or anything she wanted really, and Ava with all the confidence of a film star strode through life dazzling all in her wake. She had thousands of followers on her Instagram, Whatsapp, and Tic Toc, and what did I have. Well I had a creative streak and an introverted nature, and I lived in Ava's shadow. The only reason it seemed anyone spoke to me was to get my big sister's attention. I felt like a butler or a handmaiden to a Queen. It was like I never had my own identity. No one saw me at all, until that one day someone did, and I remember it like yesterday. Did I make a good decision probably not, would I do it again, I am unsure. But just once someone noticed me, yes me, and it felt so good. It was good at first, but by the time I had realized the good would never last, the jaws of the trap were closed. I was far away and at his mercy, and yet another stood by me, one who could rescue me from my mistakes.

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