Fractured Bonds

Fractured Bonds

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🔥FRESH NEW FANTASY ROMANCE 🔥 Females are meant to obey. To bow their heads. To survive quietly. She has never fit that mold. An outcast within her own pack, River endures daily punishment-bruises hidden beneath fur, defiance beaten down but never extinguished. She is weak in their eyes. Disposable. A reminder of what females are meant to be. Until the day a rival pack arrives... led by a female alpha. She is everything the world claims cannot exist-dominant, ruthless, magnetic. Her presence alone fractures centuries of belief. And when her gaze settles on the broken omega no one else wants, interest sparks into something far more dangerous. What begins as curiosity turns into possession. What should be protection becomes temptation. And what the world forbids ignites into a bond that could tear packs apart. Because some wolves were never meant to kneel. And some alphas don't ask for permission--they take.
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Everything was gone. I sobbed, my clothes ripped and I was bleeding, but it didn't matter. I had to get to her, to them. Had to find- Struggling to stand, I grasped my side, biting back the scream that wanted to escape. I looked down at my hands and red coated them, blurring together until I couldn't see anything anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my panicked breathing to slow, until I felt in control of myself again. It had been so long, I thought as I turned my peeling and dry face to the sun, my fingers shaking as I struggled to make sense of them. For so long, I'd been a wolf, cursed. All that I was, or could've been had been reduced to nothing but an animal driven by instinct, bloodlust, thousands of lives met their ends at the edges of my razor sharp claws. I had no idea where I was, how much time had passed. My fingers touched something hard in the sand, and a jolt of information went through me as Queen Azalea's sword, gleamed as I pulled it free. My heart started to pound as sun glinted off of the blade, reflecting back at me. I nearly dropped the metal when I saw myself. I took a second look and saw white hair, caked with dirt, and yellow eyes, blue veins sparking in their depths. All at once, I remembered who I was. I remembered why I was here, how much time had passed. I am Azalea Marie Albescu, The Queen Alpha. A false queen sits on my throne, controls what's mine. I would have to make my way back to my pack, my family, and my home, if still there. I would rise again, as I had before, and reclaim what belongs to me. DISCLAIMER: AS WITH MANY OF MY STORIES, I DO IMPLICATE SITUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/ABUSE. Not in any way do I intend to glamorize this behavior, I write about these delicate and painful situations because I myself relate to them and will always fight for survivors, including myself. Thank you for your understanding and if you are in any way uncomfortable reading these stories, I encourage you to look elsewhere.

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