He makes a sound of approval, one that betrays the human side of me by appealing to my wolf. "Do not forget your place again. Keep your eyes down, I want to inspect you."
Inspect me? Like some show dog?
He begins circling me. I feel akin to prey. "You're a tiny thing," he muses, sounding impossibly both unimpressed and pleased by this. "She's not as forward as you described, Paul. In fact, she's awfully submissive," he pauses briefly. "I'd like to see her wolf. If she's going to stand by my side, she'll need to fight there as well, and I can't begin to judge her abilities as a fighter in her human form."
I snap my head up again. A mistake I imediately regret. Cole is in front of me in a flash, his hand in my hair, forcing my gaze to meet his. With no other options but to stare directly at him, I muster all my defiance and disgust towards him and convey it silently to him. He holds my stare for a bit, challenging me and damn I want to look away, but I don't. "There's that fire," he murmurs, "She doesn't back down easily does she?" Cole inquires to my father. Then to me growls, "But that fire will get you into a hell of a lot of trouble with me, do you understand? I will not have a defiant bitch for a mate. You will fight by me, not with me."
A little bit of fear and a hell ton of anger sifts into my mind and my resolve dissipates entirely and without control. I look away.
*COMPLETED*
My head bowed in a heavy mannor, not in respect, but in trepidation. I discern his unwavering gaze over my ill silhouette.
"Look at me."
I opened my eyes, though it made no difference. Black is still black, all I am left with are my four senses. He will kill me if I don't look. He will kill me if I do. He will look into my sightless eyes and see my futile existence isn't worth living. He will kill me, and he will be doing the pack a justice by it.
He growls a low, throaty snarl to warn me about disobeying an alpha. There will be consequences, we both know that. His lingering growls let me know he is not going to allow me to contravene his word.
I steadily inch my head upwards, visibly shaking everywhere else. Maybe he won't notice my depthless eyes from across the gazebo. My life depends on it.
"You're blind."
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Monet was born into a particularly prestigious area of her wolf pack, to parents of extremely high standards. Her legacy is to become the packs next healer, but when she was born completely devoid of melanin, all her mated parents saw was a disappointment.
Being born an albino wolf pup meant a lot for Monet, but it mostly meant her condition had taken her eyesight along with it.
What happens when Monet meets the Alpha of a neighboring pack? Will he accept her for what she is?
~CONTENT WARNING~
This book contains depictions of physical abuse, foul language, and upsetting scenary.
This book is in no way, shape, or form glorifying domestic abuse of a parent or partner.
This book is intended for individuals who feel at odds with their self due to their uniqueness. It is meant to shine light on those who differ from the majority; conquering, and overcoming those who lessen them for what makes them special.
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Word count at completion date: 33,915
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