It was early afternoon the following day, and Cassie was about to join her mates outside by the pool. She look at her pale, skinny figure in the mirror, her weak omega body covered with nothing but a cornflower blue bikini with matching bottoms. She quickly glanced away, and scurried outside, head bowed. Cassie could feel the stares, and her the happy whisperes of the other female werewolves, all more powerful and prettier than her, with smooth, tanned skin, and volptuous curves. They were perfect. She was just Cassie.
When her mates asked her to join them in the pool, where they were surrounded by millions of perfect, giggling, self-confiedent girls, she just declined and walked to the shade of a tree, huddling beneath it, and shivering under the cold gazes of male and female werewolves alike.
That night, as the boys slept peacefully, she walked to the bathroom. In the darkness, she sobbed quietly. Then, overcome with grief, sadness, regret and a passionate longing to be something she wasn't, she scraped her sharp nails across her arms, hard enough to draw blood. It helped a little.
Cassie was never good enough.
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My Alpha Mates
RomanceCassie is not a girly-girl. Ripped jeans, big t-shirts, she's a tomboy all the way. She lives alone with her parents, and has four best mates. They are all guys. Oh, did I mention she's a werewolf? She doesn't want a mate, so what happens when she f...
