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Hated By The Alpha

"I told you not to touch me," Audrey said. "In front of people," He reminded her. Audrey could feel the smirk in his voice. ~~~ Audrey's seventeen years in the Grey Blood pack were like a caged animal. She lived each day dreading the next unexpected thing the Alpha could punish her for. Audrey tried hard to understand the mysterious dream she'd been having, but nothing made sense to her, she was lost. She wished to be freed from the Grey Blood pack, but she lost all hope of survival when she found herself locked and chained in the cold dark dungeon. She hated him, she cursed him as her blood drained from her. She was happy to die and go away from that monster-alpha. Audrey awoke in a magical world where she learned everything about herself, she cultivated herself to become the strongest wolf and witch alive. One item though, led her back to the last place she wanted to be. Alpha Aloha Lake ruled the Grey Blood pack, the largest and strongest pack in the States. He was known to be brutal, even the mafia feared him. Nothing or anyone bothered him, except one; the damned bitch Audrey. He hated her, and he would make her pay for her mother's sins. But he could not kill her...yet. Alpha Lake emotionlessly stared at Audrey's bleeding body that lay on the cold dungeon floor, he ordered his beta to dispose of her without a second thought. One year later the enemies met again. Will hatred be the only emotion they share? Could they resist the fatal attraction they felt for each other?

Rosegold_n · ファンタジー
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Emptiness

"Your face will always be in my mind, Lake, and my soul will always recognize yours. I wish you all the happiness in the world. Be happy, Lake, and I hope you find the right love for yourself. For me, I'll always love and cherish you because you will always be the only one for me.

From someone you once loved."

Lake folded the paper neatly and placed it back inside his drawer. Five years he's been reading that same letter every day, for five good years.

And each time he read it, he felt more empty, his brain and wolf struggled to connect with something unknown, but in the end, they turned out with nothing.

Lake sighed and shoved his hand into his hair, looking over the piles of work on his desk.

This has become his routine for five years, work, work, and work.

Ever since he found himself waking up from what seemed to be the longest sleep with the weirdest dreams ever, he'd lunged himself into work.