Mated to the Alpha

Mated to the Alpha

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Paranormal
She lay there, still. The work of an artist. A sculpture, whose only faults were scratches that oozed blood. Her chest heaved with every laboured breathe she took. Dark hair cascaded over her face and shoulders cloaking her identity. If it wasn't for the vanilla scent that wrapped around her like a blanket, I would not be able to tell that she was my angel. My Hayden.
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stcrcrvssed 2021© she lay there; pale and motionless. Her brown tresses soaked in blood. she lay there, in a pool of her own blood; lifeless. he stood there, dumbstruck. not able to process what was happening in front of his eyes. uncontrollable tears rolling down his cheeks.

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