My New Life (ON HOLD)

My New Life (ON HOLD)

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Paranormal
He is what I thought only a fictional creature. One I heard in fictional stories growing up. The one that sparked my interest, and the one I favored above all. A Werewolf. The wolf has a beautiful coat. I may not like the man but the wolf is utterly gorgeous. His fur is a mixture of black and brown, with ginger paws. Unfortunately his beautiful coat was the last thing my eyes saw before I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen and I felt blood on my hands, and I blacked out.
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Rejection is not natural. Neither is being wolf-born, but that one I had to live with. It began with a rejection, and not one that was taken lightly. I knew the meaning of dominance before I was forced to kneel before him. The orphanage taught submission, but Alpha Martin Julius wanted far more. Submission. Power. Obedience. Abduction. And the one thing that I could never forgive...the belief that he could hit me and get away with it. The belief that men in this world are the only ones made to rule every continent, every country, every being and object...women were treated like those objects. Power danced in this dirty, entitled fingers and women were whacked and beaten into obedience. Power. Submission. Loyalty. Power belongs to the men and only the men. Submission is the only thing that must be taken seriously in a woman. Loyalty...stay loyal to the death. Rejection wouldn't have been possible if there was equality. There is nothing equal about the man who won't let me reject him.

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