Alpha Alvar's Runaway Bride

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day and trek through the snowy

on't let me handle food because they think I'll make it dirty. Only when Mart

e late here. By the time I finish in the

hing machines. The pack's finances are tight, and sometimes our heater doesn't work. If I want ho

t. Great. No steam.

the past week. My fingers quickly freeze and turn purple. Other werewolves might not mind the cold, bu

by my mother. Never. She

soon as I get out of this hellhole, the fi

s clothes. When I finally get all the laundry done and am ready to

hes scatter all

e fuck

eyes, and a semi-permanent

thout a word, I get up

. Pack rules say cursing superiors will be pun

me, "You're

ny. He's 6'3". I'm 5'2". H

. He's always picking on me. The more I argue with him, the more he enjoys it. When I

nd and try

ou to go? Why don't you tal

but he moves with me. When

t you have to say and stop bothering me while I'm taking my clothes

sin I'm holding and grins as if he doesn't get the hint. "S

't see that my fingers are swollen and purple like tiny eggplants. He doe

on your face? It's just a few pie

'm just worried I won't

sessed with it." He puts his hands in his pockets, where there seems to be a small box insi

ka

ween "heading straight to the kitchen" and "behaving well and rewashing," I decide to go back to the laundry room. The

t it still gets tough sometimes. Just as I finally finish washing Syd's pantie

omeone turned it off. Now it'

s a way of me

r and cold air, wrapping me in its smoky embrace. I mutter to myself

. Happy birt