Bad Beta (Sequel to Mate She Rejected)

Bad Beta (Sequel to Mate She Rejected)

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I thought I knew him. I really did. He was the beta of a true blooded alpha and he was my mate. What I didn't know was how dark his past was and how much he had been affected by it. I didn't know that he would need me more than I thought possible. I never knew being in his life would change me forever. Maybe if I had known I would have done some things differently. Maybe then I wouldn't feel so guilty about the person he had become. All I knew was because of me he became something different, he was gone. No longer was he just a beta, he was a bad beta, and he was mine. Warning: This is not a story about innocent virgins and their more than perfect mates who live happily ever after. Ashley and Dreydon are no angels and this is no fairytale. When fate puts together two less than perfect people you end up with a lot of heartache and obstacles to overcome. Will the two survive or will their pasts tear them apart?
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My first mistake had been re-noticing people in my classes, if I hadn't done that; I wouldn't have re-noticed Tristan Everdeen. I should have known that the moment I had become entranced in those eyes of his-silver, deep, contemplative-that things never would be the same. But of course, I didn't. Because since when does life let you off the hook and just allow you to know those kind of things? *NOTE: This story was written when I was much younger and doesn't reflect my current views on healthy relationships. There are also errors that should be fixed with an edit run-through but I don't currently have the time to do what would basically be a complete rewrite of the book. If this still is good with you, thank you for the support on my story!*

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