Animalistic

Animalistic

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing5h 18m
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"Insolent omega" he growls out and then pulls on my card pinned to my dress to get a better look at it, expression unreadable. I reach to flick his hand away but he growls and my hand retreats back to my side. "Jasabell." He whispers in his gravelly, tone making it even harder to understand him. "Unhand me." I say strongly, trying to keep my voice from shattering. Looking back at me with that unreadable expression he lets go then says "You should get used to my touch." Then turns and disappears into the crowd as I stand there, perplexed. What the hell did he mean?
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I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't run any further. My aching paws pounded against the hard ground of the forest as I ran further and further from my packs territory. I looked behind my wolf and saw about five other wolves including a giant black wolf that I'm assuming was the Alpha's. I wasn't to sure though because I'd never actually seen his wolf. In fact, I'd never seen any other wolves apart from my own. During fights I was always locked in a cell in the basement so that I was never at risk of getting hurt or worse, killed. I had to stay alive for the sake of the pack. I kept them together, kept them strong; even if it meant being their punching bag. And that's why I'd never ran away till now. Why? Because I'm an Omega.

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