Tainted [Watty Awards 2012]

Tainted [Watty Awards 2012]

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Meet Evangeline Dalcreat. A werewolf and a freshman. Bullied day in and day out by all those around her isn't exactly very fun, but the last straw comes when the abuse starts becoming more than simply emotional, more than words. Add that onto her mate's rejection, and there's one perfect excuse to run away. She's planned it for months, but finally, she does. When, years later, she is forced to face her childhood (and part of her adolescence) abusers, how will she react? Let's not forget her remorseful mate, and her bitter family. ENTRY FOR WATTY AWARDS 2012
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NOTE: please do not comment "it's Britney bitch" in the comments as I hat Britney Spears and those type of comments will be deleted, thank you. WARNING: due to this being written was I was really young, this book is hella cringy and cliche, it's also a rough draft and contains spelling errors. She was an unwanted runt. He's the Alpha King. She was ousted from her pack. He was looking for his Mate. She's a four foot runt. He a fully grown six foot-four inch werewolf. She was captured and tortured. He's been ruling the Werewolf World for seven years, unmated. She's 17. He's 26. ------------- "This right here," he says, moving his hands up my thigh, squeezing it lightly. "That's mine. Are we clear?" He asks, tightening his arms around my waist. "Yes." I say, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. " I don't think so kitten. You're not going anywhere until you get dressed." He whispers in my ear, huskily. "Okay." I say, hurrying off into the giant walk-in closet to get dressed. © Neva Bellthorn 2016 All Rights Reserved.

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