Wolf Twins

Wolf Twins

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I stared down at the test in my hand. Positive. "Ughhhhhh" I groaned for what seemed like the millionth time. "Rhi , will you just calm down already?! Try again, maybe the result will be different?" Kayleigh, otherwise known as my crazy best friend asked impatiently. "Please Lee, I don't think the result is going to be any different from the last four times I've tried. Let's face it. I'm pregnant." I replied reluctantly. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Meet Rhiannon. Just your average wolf at nineteen trying to live her life, waiting for the moment her mate will swoop in and take her into his arms. But even she knows life never turns out like that, because expect the unexpected right? Join Rhiannon as one party turns into endless pain.
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His family had thrown him away as a baby. Packs despised him. Alpha's used him. It wasn't his fault that he didn't shift to a wolf. He had the gene's but it just wasn't active. He'd been used for only one thing and taught that he was worthless and no one would ever want him. But after some trouble he is given away to another pack, my pack. He was small and timid. Could we convince him that this pack was as good as it seemed? Excerpt: Quiet, barely heard but he'd chuckled. He turned at the end and I saw his shirt catch a stack of pots. The fell breaking all over the floor. "Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I'll clean it up." he says dropping to his knees and raking at the glass. "Careful don't get cut." I grab his hands to pull him away. "I'm sorry." he's staring up at me in horror. "It's just pots." I say pulling him up. "I'm sorry. I'll apologize." he reaches for my belt and pulls at it. What was he doing?

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