The Broken House

The Broken House

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This is supposed to be my project for our English subject, and a friend of mine encouraged me and said that I should "publish" my work, so I did. I hope you'd enjoy it despite it having a lot of imperfections, and I accept criticisms. By the way, I used a few literary techniques which our English teacher taught me, and I'd like you to be aware of that so as not to confuse you. The technique that you might find confusing in my story is "En Medias Res", though you can criticize me about my use of the technique. -ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS- Thanks to my wonderful English teacher for teaching us about many things that would make use of the knowledge that you've taught us, for all of the good times we've spent with you as a class, for believing that we can accomplish many good things, and for your patience and for being considerate for us. We thank you dearly. I would also like to dearly thank the many people who have supported me in the making of this project, to those who have contributed in its making through advice, support, opinions, criticisms and the like. I could have not done it without you, thank you so much for being here with me. --Have fun reading~!
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"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

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