You Know What They Say. Karma's A Bitch
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Just to be clear. I wasn't one of those mates, who were abused, bullied, beaten by her pack. Because well... That's sad and way to common this day and age. No, so really I don't understand how this all came about. You know? One minute you're super excited about the Luna making your favorite apple pie, and you're sneaking a piece at night, next the future Alpha is behind you scaring the crap out of you, next thing you know you're on his bed, having the best night of your existence, then lastly. You wake up to his girl yelling at him, and he shouts. 'GIVE ME A MINUTE I HAVEN'T EXACTLY GOTTEN TO THE REJECTING PART!' Did I say lastly? Oh no. It didn't end there. Life just said, OH! You're enjoying your life. Well. *SLAP* Not fucking anymore. But you know what? Karma's a fucking bitch.
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