The Alpha's Fiery Addiction

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t not me, I hate it. It was today seven years ago my parents were murdered. The newspaper said it was a car accident but even the neighbours knew better

for a surprise attack. My Dad was a magnificent fighter he used to tell us stories of rouges coming onto our land and how he used his 'special powers' to k

s don’t let anyone hurt or upset me in any way without it ending in a trip to the hospital. I love my brothers - Nate, Jason and Shane. They’re triplets! As they’reall

without my brothers consent and my only girl friends had to belong to the pack. Sometimes I hated it when

s, my favourite cereal; I noticed a letter on the table with my name on it; I

he windows and doors are locked so your safe and we'

ke a shower

me, they actually listened to me. I don’t like getting presents because I feel like I’m getting pre

relax. As I stepped out the shower I heard the front door opening. I froze until I heard Nate's voice coming from bel

t. Like I wanted to be different and act different. So, inste

s undecided. Then it clicked, I knew exactly what I wanted to wear. I grabbed my black jeans,

Perf

the table, and Jason making coffee. Their expressions went from casual, to whoa, to angry, as I walke

He said with a seri

Nate adde

y Shane “Befor

when they used the Alpha tone on

can; and will do. Whatever. I. W

stioningly, and back at me. Even I wa

boy?" they sa

sed and taken aback, usually they

hat?"

’s the boy our little

sy faces, teasing

se if I did you'd 'crush' him."

Kitty-Kat?" Asked Shane, again they

t know, I just felt

at each other with w

at did

ve to talk" Sha

to a stage where you’re

finish each other’s sentences when they a

?" I asked comp

and if you would want to becom

cannot be happening! What brought this on? I’m turning sixteen not joinin