My Alpha Mate Is Her

of shit!" A voice bellows, startlin

lit around my room, around the worn grey walls that could use a good coat of paint, and the small study table bought on a yard sale last year, trying to latch on something, anything

ars of smoking, hollers again. I jump slightly, and my fingers

tely, and when a loud bang is heard downstairs, I muster up everything in me and stand up. I sw

ilent prayer to the Goddess to help me as I traipse down the stairs, making the least amount of sound a

must've thrown something accidentally or on purpose, after I'd gone to bed, I realize; wincing when the sound echoes across th

rush across the hall to the kitchen, not paying attention to anything else th

idge hastily, pulling out the eggs and the other ingredients from it. I grab the pan hanging from

the bar counter, and take a quick step back, putting much-needed distance between us. She takes one look at th

ims, shoving strands of greasy blonde hair off her face. I cowe

into a nervous stutter; like it usually does around most people I'm uncomfort

grabs the beer bottle by her side in one swift motion and throws it. My eyes widen, but in that infinite

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as a piece of glass grazes my right ear. Another small shard had scraped my temple as well, and I feel warm liquid oozing down the

dition she's been diagnosed with. She yells at me, but eats

itiful excus

sn't have any siblings or relatives in any other pack, and as for my father, well, not all of us have one. I'm not compassion

lack of training, so my Werewolf powers are weak as well. That's why I don't heal as fast as the other Wolves. I wipe the last of the blood and c