The Bad Boy's Doll

The Bad Boy's Doll

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione dom, apr 24, 2016
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She was quiet. He was obnoxious. She was sympathetic. He was aggressive. She was hurting. He was laughing. She's falling. And he's falling, too. ~~~ "Swaying your hips for a reason, doll?" I spun around to face him, feeling my heart jump from his dark tone. "No reason," I replied, watching him take a step forward, gradually increasing my insecurity around him. He made me feel so insecure. Only because he was perfect. "No reason? You're a tease." "Am not! You just can't help but look at every girl's flat ass!" "Oh no," he began, taking another step, sliding his hands out of his pockets. I was unsure if he'd hurt me. Well, we were in the middle of a dark forest, no lights, just the two of us. Just him following me. He took another step, and he was about a foot away. He smiled at me, reaching forward and touching my forearm, causing me to shiver. His smiled turned to a smirk, as he put his face near my ear. He whispered seductively, "You're my doll, and I play with you."
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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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