Rogue
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Leah was only 12 when she first shifted, an early blossom compared to the ones who were her age. Her father, her Alpha, was convinced that she wasn't his since she shifted so early. Her abuse began after she shifted, but it was subtle, a few angry grabs at her arms, some hateful words here, small and insincere apologies there. Soon, her father's suspicions were correct when her mother was killed by her biological father: a witch named Devon. Leah, after her mother was killed, the abuse worsened. Those small angry grabs turned into punches and kicks, those hateful words turned into whips that were laced in silver, and those apologies? Never present. At the age of 18, her magick started showing itself subtly. When she shifted, her eyes were no longer a forest green. When she was angry, temperature rose. And that's when she knew, enough was enough. She ran from her pack, broke the bond, and became Rogue. ×××××× Leah Emilíe Vindéveroux's story begins after she releases herself from her pack: White Moon. This action would bring her to her mate, a man who loathes witches more than he loathes rogues. A man who was cruel and feared amongst every pack in America: D'Mitri.
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My body shook with fear, I hugged my knees to my chest, hidden in the small closet in my childhood bedroom at the pack house. My fingers were scabbed and bloody from my constant nibbling and picking at the skin. A stress induced behaviour. ''𝘿𝙚𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙚...'' A voice snarled my nickname, prolonging each syllable just to torment me. I covered my mouth in an attempt to muffle my sporadic breaths. ''𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚.... 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚.'' It snickered, its amusement evident. I sobbed, it knew where I was. It was playing with me. Like a cat with a mouse. Only this was no cat. This was a lycan. A merciless, demonic, alpha lycanthrope. Blurb: Desdemona Price thought when she finally found her mate she would be happy. But she was wrong, he was an evil man, who had no care for her or the mate bond. It soon became clear to her that only one of them would survive. She did what she had to do. Leaving behind her pac and everything she'd known. But then her whole life changed when she was given a second mate, a chance to prove herself from the moon goddess. But can she trust him with the truth? Or is he just like her first mate? ⚠️Mature (18+ Readers Advised)🔞⚠️

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