Brutaly Possessive

JT5234

Reads 351
Votes 18
Parts 6
Time 41m

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Reads 351
Votes 18
Parts 6
Time 41m

JT5234

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A seventeen year old girl is moved to a pack with her werewolf half brother and his mate. Ava isnt what everyone thinks she is, shes a leopard shifter, not a runt (non shifting werewolf).
    
    She has a traumatic past and only one person can save her from the shadows.
    
    Her TRUE mate.
    
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    They found me with crimson splattered across my face, rubies dripping from the tips of my fingers, my body shaking like a leaf in the wind.
    
    My twelve year old self stares at the limp, lifeless body. The THING shares a face with my mother, same blonde hair and green eyes but these eyes are lifeless, un-blinking. ITs hair stained with scarlet liquid from the puddle of warm blood that spills consistently without stopping. My father lays gasping a couple feet away, the knife mom gave me still embedded in his chest.
    
    He killed her, the woman who raised me to love the world and all the earth's innocence. The mothering smile she always threw my way when I would compete with the boys.
    
    The police found us just as the last breath left my pathetic excuse of a father. They froze as I looked up at them, the tears had stopped about ten minutes ago but I knew my cheeks were stained. I ignored them as I went back to holding my mother's hand, no not my mother but IT because my mother was alive in my memories, not this soulless flesh bag that stared unblinking into the infinity of nothingness.All Rights Reserved

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A seventeen year old girl is moved to a pack with her werewolf half brother and his mate. Ava isnt what everyone thinks she is, shes a leopard shifter, not a runt (non shifting werewolf).
    
    She has a traumatic past and only one person can save her from the shadows.
    
    Her TRUE mate.
    
    -
    
    They found me with crimson splattered across my face, rubies dripping from the tips of my fingers, my body shaking like a leaf in the wind.
    
    My twelve year old self stares at the limp, lifeless body. The THING shares a face with my mother, same blonde hair and green eyes but these eyes are lifeless, un-blinking. ITs hair stained with scarlet liquid from the puddle of warm blood that spills consistently without stopping. My father lays gasping a couple feet away, the knife mom gave me still embedded in his chest.
    
    He killed her, the woman who raised me to love the world and all the earth's innocence. The mothering smile she always threw my way when I would compete with the boys.
    
    The police found us just as the last breath left my pathetic excuse of a father. They froze as I looked up at them, the tears had stopped about ten minutes ago but I knew my cheeks were stained. I ignored them as I went back to holding my mother's hand, no not my mother but IT because my mother was alive in my memories, not this soulless flesh bag that stared unblinking into the infinity of nothingness.

6 parts