Love Blind

Love Blind

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***Veronica took his hand and reveled in the sparks that shot up her arm and nodded her head. She took one more deep inhale of his heavenly scent and came to a decision. She was going to enjoy this day with Isaiah, enjoy the feelings from the mate bond. But come tomorrow, she would make it her mission to never see him again.*** Veronica Lewis was dreading the day of her eighteenth birthday where she'd finally meet her mate. She'd seen too many destructive mate relationships, including her mother's, and desperately wanted to avoid ending up in a similar situation. She's seen the success stories of course: happy and in love, strong and healthy mated relationships, but those seemed rare to her. She secretly yearned for a mating like that, one where it was okay to be blindly in love because you were safe in the dark with your mate. But she knew it'd be too good to be true. There seemed to be a common thing with she-wolves: misinterpreting abusive nature as love. But Veronica wanted nothing to do with that kind of love. Or with a mate. If the moon goddess could make such matches knowingly, she could go kick moon rocks.
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Luna My pack didn't know me as anyone strong or special. I happened to be the girl that couldn't shift. Probably an omega in their eyes. The alpha noticed me. She kept noticing me and I wished she wouldn't. The pull was strong. I hoped it wasn't what I thought it was. I believed in having a mate. I just didn't think I'd find her, much less be ready for her when she arrived. I rejected her. It was the only way not to tear myself apart. Day after day, I noticed she was tearing apart. Weaker. Tired. I didn't want to care. Not one bit until she confronted me. Inches apart from me. My mate was in front of me... I had to give it a chance. I tried and succeeded. It was the first time I was able to shift. My mother never told me of our roots. The second I shifted, I was huge. A blood-born. Strongest of the strong.

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