Waiting For My Alpha
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"No one would EVER like a disgusting mutt like you. You're fat, ugly, dirty and can't do a goddamn thing right!"
She had her head bowed down, enduring every impact that was thrown at her.
All these years, she had one hope. That her Alpha would save her.
"Wherever you are, my Alpha," she whispers, "please save me..."
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The Alpha watched the rogue cower in fear as his stern gaze fell upon him.
"What are you doing on my land?" His voice was commanding and loud, just like an Alpha should be.
His words shook through the rogue's body, leaving a permanent chill.
"I-I'm sorry, sir. But my family, we were desperate! We-we saw your land and we thought it would've been a good idea to pick some of your resources," the boy nervously answered. He was just a 12 year old boy.
"Sorry doesn't cut it. You have trespassed into my land and for that, you must be killed."
With a blink of an eye, the boy was soon choking on his own blood as the Alpha's claws ripped through his throat.
No remorse, he told himself.
But behind the cruel mask lays a lost boy who just wants someone to love him. He's built iron walls around his heart.
Because to love someone was to show weakness.
And he vowed never to love again.
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