romance_lover16
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"I don't-!" But I stop. Something wafts to my nose. It smells good. Tantalizingly good. My stomach growls. My fingertips tingle and butterflies release around my heart. Where is that smell coming from? It smells like...burnt firewood and incense - the same kind my mother used to put when she did prayers every morning. Woah...where is that coming from? I think. It's attracting me, pulling me towards it. I'm like a moth to a flame...a bee to honey. I need that smell. I need the person who has it. It has… -
"I don't-!" But I stop. Something wafts to my nose. It smells good. Tantalizingly good. My stomach growls. My fingertips tingle and butterflies release around my heart. Where is that smell coming from? It smells like...burnt firewood and incense - the same kind my mother used to put when she did prayers every morning. Woah...where is that coming from? I think. It's attracting me, pulling me towards it. I'm like a moth to a flame...a bee to honey. I need that smell. I need the person who has it. It has…
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"I can't wait to meet all the Alphas there!" Amanda, dressed in her poofy blue dress and overabundance of jewelry, squeals, clapping her hands together with her sister. "I bet they'll only have eyes for the both of us," Darcy agrees, holding her sister's hands tightly. I sit behind them, dressed in an old gown Luna Hailey had given me before leaving. She mentioned it was a gift from her mother, a plain gray silk dress that Alpha Banastre definitely didn't want me wearing, but Luna Hailey told him to stuff…
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"I can't wait to meet all the Alphas there!" Amanda, dressed in her poofy blue dress and overabundance of jewelry, squeals, clapping her hands together with her sister. "I bet they'll only have eyes for the both of us," Darcy agrees, holding her sister's hands tightly. I sit behind them, dressed in an old gown Luna Hailey had given me before leaving. She mentioned it was a gift from her mother, a plain gray silk dress that Alpha Banastre definitely didn't want me wearing, but Luna Hailey told him to stuff…
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"Yes," he says, as if that was an obvious fact. "You'll be keeping my wife company while I create agreements with the nearby Alphas." He gazes down in disdain at me. "That way you or her won't ruin anything...again." He leaves with that cheery note, his heavy steps clopping down the hallway like an overweight horse. The thought of Alpha Banastre as an overweight horse makes me chuckle, but this time, I make sure to keep my head down when I smile, just in case he's decided to see if I have bled out yet or…
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"Yes," he says, as if that was an obvious fact. "You'll be keeping my wife company while I create agreements with the nearby Alphas." He gazes down in disdain at me. "That way you or her won't ruin anything...again." He leaves with that cheery note, his heavy steps clopping down the hallway like an overweight horse. The thought of Alpha Banastre as an overweight horse makes me chuckle, but this time, I make sure to keep my head down when I smile, just in case he's decided to see if I have bled out yet or…
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2 years. That's how long it's been. 2 years since my soul had been sold to the devil. 2 years since my parents abandoned me and my pack sold me to the demons they swore to protect me from. 2 years of pain, suffering, and praying for death. Of course, my wishes were never complied with, but that's just my life, I suppose. The endless motion of the broom by my feet distracts me from my impending doom, sweeping away my tears with dirt and grime. I'm not supposed to be crying, but I can't help myself. The dust…
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2 years. That's how long it's been. 2 years since my soul had been sold to the devil. 2 years since my parents abandoned me and my pack sold me to the demons they swore to protect me from. 2 years of pain, suffering, and praying for death. Of course, my wishes were never complied with, but that's just my life, I suppose. The endless motion of the broom by my feet distracts me from my impending doom, sweeping away my tears with dirt and grime. I'm not supposed to be crying, but I can't help myself. The dust…
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