Stars fade and fire is quenched. Love burns and love dies. Mates meet and mates leave. Wolves howl to a moon that won't answer and I howled to a man that would never love back.
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His green eyes are cold as they stare at me. I am not strong and I am not weak. I am nothing in his gaze.
"Mate." He says, emotionlessly. His heart is stone and his mind is ice. Monsters cower from this man, as monsters love him.
He is mine.
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The Alpha's Slut (#Wattys2016)
Werewolf"She loved like she died. Deeply, and in the end, chaotic. I guess you didn't realize how much she had shook your world until she was dead. Until her blood painted the ground and her heart ceased to beat. She cried every night, you know. She would c...
