My Abused Luna

My Abused Luna

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When Alana was 2 her parents died protecting her and her pack turned their backs on her she was adopted by the beta and his mate they treated her like rubbish the first year they ignored her then they resorted to verbal abuse at that time i thought it was only normal cause it's all i had know but as i grew up they started taking their anger out on me. In the present we where having the soon to be Alpha King come over to look for his mate. I have been instructed to stay out of their way so i don't cause any trouble. what will happen next???
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COMPLETED. A tear slides down my cheek and my assaulter stands upright again, sending me a smirk as he wipes the tear away. His canines are splattered with scarlet blood -my blood- and when I touch the place he bit me with my finger, it comes back covered in red. "I'll see you soon, Cami. You'll see, things will only be more exciting from here." He turns his back to me to walk away but suddenly stops, turning his head back to me. "Has your sister mentioned me at all?" My mouth falls open and no sound comes out so he just shakes his head with a laugh. "Ah... she likes to keep me a secret. Until the next, Camilla..." And with that, he is gone right before my eyes. It's as if the bubble pops because when I close my eyes and open them again, the halls are completely empty and I'm panting against the wall. I bring my hand to the bite on my neck. Nothing. It comes back clean. A terrified sigh escapes my lips and I slide down the wall, staring into emptiness. °°°° Copyright All Rights Reserved@2016 Sophia Kjeldbjerg

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