The Abused Luna

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so bewildered. That year, I lost both of my parents. I wasn't hit by him till I was nine years old. A few slaps here and there were the beginning, but it quickly gained momentum. I

n that this was formerly my dad's. I put on some runners and a pair of leggings. Since it was the quickest thing I could cook, I made him porridge for bre

ou sl*t?" He approached me w

, he requested a bottle of vodka and at least ten cans. Only roughly three-thirds of the vodka has be

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my head and avoided it. Maybe I could find a way to escape the beating. I hel

e, he growled. You useless b*tch

make matters worse. It struck me directly in the face. He yelled at me to go and to wait until I brought him alcohol before I return

ou simply have to do it because society expects you to. I used to enjoy going to school because it was my getaway. But after I started high school, everything started to significantly shift. Finally, I was bullied and had lost all of my friends. The abuse continued unabated. I rapidly lost

course I genuinely enjoyed. The only instructor who seemed to like me was Ms. Jones.

ping on my face from the belt, I kept my hood up and my face hidden. Not that they'd gi

my first class. In any case, I didn't want the attention. Although

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I look forward to meeting my future Luna. The alpha female of my flock was necessary. In an effort to track her down, I was enrolling at a new school. I've been to every pack in the nation, but to no

what most people believe, alphas are not players. We are aware that if we sleep with someone else, it will hurt our partner. Even as young puppies, one of our strongest instinct

e. both letters and numerals. Why did letters have

watering aroma. In an effort to locate the source, I

a hood. My wolf companion was howling. I only wanted her to raise her head. Eventual

I'm curious about every detail about her. I'm eager to discover just how extraordinary she is. When the lesson finally co