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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 · Fantasia
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161 Chs

Mikhail did it again

Audrey felt sweat break out on her forehead. 'Why did Mikhail have no filter?!' She thought anxiously, she slowly turned to Lake and saw him staring intently at Mikhail.

'Oh no, please, don't feel anything,' Audrey muttered within her.

Lake had gone mute the moment the boy spoke; he started to quietly observe the boy.

He tried to see the similarities on the boy's face, but the moment he wanted to target a particular feature, his head just made him start afresh. All he knew was that Mikhail was a handsome boy with the beautiful eyes of his mother.

Leon, on the other hand, didn't even care to look; he was scared he might see the resemblance if he went looking.

"Don't say such things, Mikhail; you might offend the visitor," Leon came over and lifted Mikhail, carrying him away from Lake's View.

"But, Papa, that's true, I do look like him," Mikhail whispered sadly.