Refused to Cry

Refused to Cry

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione lun, mar 15, 2021
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Author's Note- This story my tribute to my cousin, the story is close to her true story, and she is one of the strongest woman I know. My entry for the #EyesLipsFierce contest. A story which inspired me more to continue writing and chasing my dreams, and I hope this would encourage you all too. 😊 -monochromatic_ash Leigh-Ann, was born alongside a heavens worth of expectations; it was her burden to bear. Everyone would say that she was the perfect princess : an ace student, beautiful, graceful, elegant, sophisticated, born with wealth, successful and above all humble, kind and respectful. But behind the curtains of her little stage, where she pretends to be the perfect princess, which many would like to call Life, lies her imperfections, her insecurities, her vulnerable state, and her best kept secret. "She would grow up as successful as our whole family" "She would be our perfect little princess" "She would be a beautiful and kind girl" "She would be the envy of women, and the desire of men" Leigh-Anns childhood revolves around these phrases, thus resulting to a tantamount of pressure and a life motto. 'I must not disappoint.'
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"Goddess, you're so perfect." he breathed the words, staring up at her as she moved rhythmically up and down above him, her breasts bouncing as he gripped her hips, trying to hold back the wave that he felt building inside of him. She just looked and felt so fucking good. "Do female wolves mark their mates?" She leaned forward as she asked the question in a low voice, sliding her arms along his chest as she shifted her position, moving her legs close together so that he was even tighter inside of her as his hands came down to grip her ass, thrusting into her from below. "Yes." he was barely able to gasp out the word. "Not in my pack. But in many- most even- other packs." "Why not yours?" He felt her mouth slip forward, her tongue teasing the same place he had marked on her body half an hour earlier. "The men in our pack just haven't allowed it. It's a sign of claiming and-" her teeth grazed the spot lightly, not hard enough to break the skin, but he felt a mixture of pleasure and pain shoot through his body and he drew in a sharp breath, his head tilting back automatically as he offered her better access to the spot. "It shows that you belong to your mate. Doesn't it? Like I belong to you?" "Yes." He murmured, gripping her more tightly, so close to the edge he knew he'd lose control at any moment. He only hoped he could bring her to the peak of pleasure again first. He'd thought she was close. "Nova." He knew his voice sounded desperate. "Can I mark you, Alpha?" ---------------------------------- When Nova stumbles into pack lands and is captured by the Blazing Moon pack she knows that she has to escape. She makes a daring escape only to be tracked down by their Alpha. But their meeting isn't at all what either or them expected. Can he convince her to stay? Or will a petite female rogue be the one to bring down one of the fiercest Alpha's on the continent? ⚠️THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT. IT IS NOT ADVISED FOR THOSE YOUNGER THAN 18

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