Life With A Cursed Wolf

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my entire life and I guess I've grown a thick enough skin to handle all the barbs. Not that I didn't deserve it. I deserve all of it and more. I deserved

. Now if you're thinking of one big cozy family where everyone loves and supports everyone else and we all live in happiness and bliss, then you couldn't be farther from the thruth. M

t in my family my mother is. Fania Halfad-Samaf. Belle of t

she schemed and plotted, killing all those who refused to be coerced or bought to take his place as the head of clan.

to her. You can imagine how disappointed such a woman would be to have such a weak omega for a daughter. Which w

ther's status. Vienna is not just beautiful, she's extremely beautiful. She has long dark hair that falls to the middle

s of the pack but could also beat most of them at hand to hand combat. As she got older though, she stopped fighting with her hands and chose to use her wits instead, l

lower council of wolves and owner of the largest ric

he looked at me with indifference and he never slapped or punched or hit me either. Although if I had a choice I

sun to level the rows they had already tilled, the earth was blistering hot and I had blisters all over my hands and arms and bruises from where I had t

hen I felt something soft slide against my bare legs. For a few tentative seconds I was sure it w

ainst my lips. "Father?" I said in a normal voice, sitting up in bed and rubbing my sleep filled eyes. What co

wn and I'll lift my hand." He continued eliciting a nod from me. " Good." He murmured approvingly when I remained quiet even when hos hand was n

ress until it lay bunched up at my waist revealing my bony thighs were exposed

his breeches. " Raise your voice even one decibel above a whisper and I'll make sure your mother works you to th