Bound by Secrets, Broken by love

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ing someone. That some

he was just fucking my stupid best friend. My breath catches in my throat, I blink hard, shaking my head furiously... this happens in movie

my lungs have been cut off from oxygen, each breath heavy and labored. I can feel my wolf's pain-who

of my actions. I stomp toward the door, not giving a fuck if they hear me o

of them is enough to twist my stomach. The moment the door flies ope

t just settling on his features. When she faces me, her features turn hard;

im, flinging my arms in the air as I shake my head. I suck on my lower lip as I look around. My eyes,

to love staring at me-they're narrowed into slits a

a proud smirk, her chin tipped in t

ions, and I'll answer them. Firstly, Phil and I have been in a relationship for fi

you were going to end up Luna... Phil was going to become Alpha and his parents were really rooting for you. Your pristine image needed an itsy-bitsy tarnishing.

idn't train to become a Luna to embarrass myself further. Zoe's eyes flicker to my hands and her sm

e is. The story could get worse if I so much a

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you just dump me and date her? I would have been with my mate by now. Everyone would have gotten what they wanted!" I can'

If I dumped you for her, you would have been the victim, my parents would be mad. The media would have had a field day with so

used to call him Mr. Hot Pants, but I never thought too deep into it. I never read too much into how Zoe went extra each time she knew Philip was aro

een shouldn't feel this way, but here I am. Wit

g hate bo

ng is a game. He and Zoe won this rou

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has been the only one to check up on me, and by checking up I mean forcing me to eat. My mom came once with a doctor to ch

must have exhausted my tears, since there's a was

elf, I see my mom inside. For someone who knows everyth

covers highe

aring me a glance. Her nose is c

e name Astrid Monroe. There's a scent mask in there in case you meet anyone you know. You're to use it every day, reapply it every seven hou

e stylists over to do something about yo

me and I like it, odd as it is.

back to its original copper shade-a color I've had to change because Mom didn't like it-my straight hair is washed, extensions removed, and restyled i

we drive to the airport. I think it's safe to say I

even when we arrive at the airport, she's

ives me a short hug and whispers, "Stay low-key and