Bullied By Team Crafted

Bullied By Team Crafted

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Kristen was your regular girl. Until her mom started drinking. She would come home from school to see her mom on the couch, or she would be shoved against the door and called horrific names. Now was her last year in high school. She switched schools last year away from all her friends. She switched to the same school as Team Crafted. She was overly excited about it until she found out, they weren't as nice as they were on YouTube. [DISCLAIMER] There will be lots of swearing and if you are depressed, thought about suicide, self harm or anything of that sort, their may be triggers. You had your warning. [FOR YOUR INFORMATION] This isn't about me wtf? My name isn't Kristen omfg
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Fate. Everyone swears it's beautiful. That the goddess knows best. That when she hands you a mate, it's the perfect match, written in the stars. Sounds sweet, right? Yeah, tell that to me-an omega who's spent his whole life being treated like trash by the pack that should've been my family. My father, the almighty Alpha of the BloodRose Shadows, made sure I knew what disappointment looked like before he walked out. My mom stayed, but that didn't stop the whispers, the stares, the hands that shoved me lower every chance they got. Around here, "omega" just means servant. Disposable. Forgettable. Now the clock's ticking. In two days, I turn eighteen. In two days, the goddess will chain me to someone for the rest of my life. My mate. My "perfect other half." Can you feel the excitement? Yeah, me neither. This is my story-of fate's cruel joke, of blood that never protected me, and of the bond I never asked for. Because destiny doesn't always save you. Sometimes, it just breaks you. WARNING!! Mentions of Abuse SH Homophobia Smut BxB

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