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in my back is now more of a dull ache, but the cuts from the glass are stinging like a bitch. Luckily for me, most of the cuts aren't very deep and, from wha

u, Bon Bon." Lexis's sad voice pulls at my heartstrings. "It's not your fault, Lex." As usual, she doesn't agree, but it's the truth. Yes, she's too we

aily from my dad and brother. Their abuse is also the cause of me being unable to shift and, for a while, I worri

ind, although I know it won't be the last time that we have this conversation and that's ok because my words or fe

at's going on. The usual sinking feeling starts up in my stomach as it does every time I walk down the stairs, but there's also

es of her around the house, but this is one of my favorite ones of her. She looks so young and carefree and, more than anything, happy. I never met her, but somehow

rother Rowan was born. Just over 2 years later, my twin sister Blue and I were born. Unfortunately, Mom was ill while she was pregnant with us, and

three children under 3 years old and devastated. I haven't met my mate yet, so I can't even begin to imagi

h of my mother did make him go insane, but just a different kind of insane to the normal. Usually, when a wolf goes insane they turn nasty towards everyone around them, and while my dad d

treated like a piece of shit that's on the bottom of my Dad's shoe, my sister is treated like a princess. Yes, both my brother

ttle boy and had decided that two daughters following made the perfect number of children and that they would be happy to stop with

ave died too. My dad couldn't look at either my sister or me for several days, but when he finally did, he instantly hated me. He said that it was my fault that my mom had died, that I had somehow caused her death, despite seve

ever any kind of decent to me, and they are the moments that I enjoy every second of. Sad, I know, but when you spend your

ile Alpha Harold sits across from them with another man who I don't recognize. "Hello, Bonnie." Alpha Harold greets m

ng but love and kindness, and I have no doubt that if he knew what my dad was doing to me, he would lose his shit. There have been so many times that I have wanted to tell him,,

r 10 years, I still love her deeply. She left the pack after she decided that she was done with pack life and wanted to finish out her days out in the for

ver mean or abusive to me. She never knew what my dad was doing because he was always good at hiding my bruises, and after she left the pack, he cut off