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Here are two surprising facts about paper towels: The average household uses a massive 2950 paper towels per year... And as a nation, we create 13 billion pounds of paper towel waste each year. This means two terrible things: Many of us are literally throwing money into the trash... And we’re creating a huge amount of waste in the processbecause most paper towels are not recycled. Unfortunately, there was just no other option until now. Microfiber washcloths are a breeding ground for bacteria. And cotton rags get dirty and dingy quickly and need to be machine washed all the time. But now there's a better option: BambooFresh towels are a breakthrough new inventionthat eliminates the need for paper towels or dishcloths. They look just like paper towels, but... They use all-natural bamboo fibers to soak up liquidsand wipe off dirt... While staying strong and resilient enough to be rinsed clean✨and reused up to 80 times. The result is that each pack of BambooFresh towels can replace up to 62 rolls of regular paper towels. This can save money every year for a typical household... And provide a superior alternativeto paper towels in every way. Learn More Here ➡️ https://shop.getbamboofresh.com/en/bamboo-towels/hybrid
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Here are two surprising facts about paper towels: The average household uses a massive 2950 paper towels per year... And as a nation, we create 13 billion pounds of paper towel waste each year. This means two terrible things: Many of us are literally throwing money into the trash... And we’re creating a huge amount of waste in the processbecause most paper towels are not recycled. Unfortunately, there was just no other option until now. Microfiber washcloths are a breeding ground for bacteria. And cotton rags get dirty and dingy quickly and need to be machine washed all the time. But now there's a better option: BambooFresh towels are a breakthrough new inventionthat eliminates the need for paper towels or dishcloths. They look just like paper towels, but... They use all-natural bamboo fibers to soak up liquidsand wipe off dirt... While staying strong and resilient enough to be rinsed clean✨and reused up to 80 times. The result is that each pack of BambooFresh towels can replace up to 62 rolls of regular paper towels. This can save money every year for a typical household... And provide a superior alternativeto paper towels in every way. Learn More Here ➡️ https://shop.getbamboofresh.com/en/bamboo-towels/hybrid
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Here are two surprising facts about paper towels: The average household uses a massive 2950 paper towels per year... And as a nation, we create 13 billion pounds of paper towel waste each year. This means two terrible things: Many of us are literally throwing money into the trash... And we’re creating a huge amount of waste in the processbecause most paper towels are not recycled. Unfortunately, there was just no other option until now. Microfiber washcloths are a breeding ground for bacteria. And cotton rags get dirty and dingy quickly and need to be machine washed all the time. But now there's a better option: BambooFresh towels are a breakthrough new inventionthat eliminates the need for paper towels or dishcloths. They look just like paper towels, but... They use all-natural bamboo fibers to soak up liquidsand wipe off dirt... While staying strong and resilient enough to be rinsed clean✨and reused up to 80 times. The result is that each pack of BambooFresh towels can replace up to 62 rolls of regular paper towels. This can save money every year for a typical household... And provide a superior alternativeto paper towels in every way. Learn More Here ➡️ https://shop.getbamboofresh.com/en/bamboo-towels/hybrid
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“What do you mean she isn’t a wolf?” I growled. "I'm sorry Alpha I should have informed you as soon as I found out. You just seemed-" His voice was cut off. I had slammed him into one of the nearby walls. I opened the door to the cell. The scent hit me like a bag of bricks. This amazing mouthwatering scent. My wolf had calm down. I could almost hear him purring inside me. That's odd, he's never done that before. I had to snap out of my thoughts and focus on what was going on. "You. Human. Look at me." I said in a deep voice. The human girl didn't move. Even flinch at my tone. That aggravated me, everyone else flinches yet she stayed in place. She's a human. I could kill her in one snap. She should be terrified and crying. Yet she didn't even look at me. "The alpha was speaking to you human. Answer him!"Nancy yelled. Again she didn't move. I know she isn't dead. I can hear her heart beating and her breathing in and out. Yet she shows no signs of fear. It's obvious someone has to teach her a lesson. She does not know how to act around her superiors. "First of all, I have a name. Second of all he is not my alpha, he may be yours but he is my enemy." Her angelic voice broke the silence. She seemed angered. I couldn't help but flinch when she spat out the word enemy. I grabbed her by the stomach and flung her across the room to the opposite wall. She got up and dusted herself as nothing happened. Is she the daughter of Wonder Woman or something? Even my pack would be cowering by now, yet this human stood up and dusted herself as nothing happened. She started to laugh. That caught me off guard. "That's all you have? My father was a Beta and still stronger than both of you. Take your best shot." She said in an angered tone. I couldn't help but smile at her tone. Even though she was angry, her voice was like good music to my ears. She lifted her shirt and I saw her stomach was all bruised up and cut. I couldn't help but wince at the gruesome sight. "Look at this. I'm accustomed to being abused. If you want to take a shot. Go ahead. The punching bag needs to be taught a lesson. Right" she hollered. Tears started to fill her eyes. Abuse? Was she abused in her old pack? My wolf became quite agitated at the thought of her being beaten. She looked at Nancy and then her eyes settled on mine. "C'mon All so mighty Alpha, take your best shot. Kill me for all I care I'm tired of this thing I call a life." She said in a mocking tone. She was abused... That really angered my wolf. The fact that she would rather be dead made him howl in sadness, but once her eyes landed on mine. My wolf was on full alert. He howled with glee. 'Mate! Mate! Mate!' He screamed at me. "Mate...?" I asked myself. Nancy raise her hand at my mate. She was about to slap her. That sight boiled my blood and I was quick to react. I grabbed her by the raised arm and threw her across the room. I heard a crack but I didn't care. As long as it isn't from my mate it doesn't matter to me. "Alpha?" Nancy whispered once she recovered from my attack. "No one will touch her... She is my mate...." I stated with authority. "Alpha, she is a rouge and human. She is trash and needs be executed" One of my cell ward wolves said while grabbing her wrist. My wolf trembled with anger and agitation. I know I just said no one would touch her. I specifically said NO ONE! I grabbed him by the wrist as well. I tightened my grip on his wrist until I heard a crack. He whimpered. "MINE!" I yelled in his face. Install #Dreame to continue read The name of the Story<>
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“What do you mean she isn’t a wolf?” I growled. "I'm sorry Alpha I should have informed you as soon as I found out. You just seemed-" His voice was cut off. I had slammed him into one of the nearby walls. I opened the door to the cell. The scent hit me like a bag of bricks. This amazing mouthwatering scent. My wolf had calm down. I could almost hear him purring inside me. That's odd, he's never done that before. I had to snap out of my thoughts and focus on what was going on. "You. Human. Look at me." I said in a deep voice. The human girl didn't move. Even flinch at my tone. That aggravated me, everyone else flinches yet she stayed in place. She's a human. I could kill her in one snap. She should be terrified and crying. Yet she didn't even look at me. "The alpha was speaking to you human. Answer him!"Nancy yelled. Again she didn't move. I know she isn't dead. I can hear her heart beating and her breathing in and out. Yet she shows no signs of fear. It's obvious someone has to teach her a lesson. She does not know how to act around her superiors. "First of all, I have a name. Second of all he is not my alpha, he may be yours but he is my enemy." Her angelic voice broke the silence. She seemed angered. I couldn't help but flinch when she spat out the word enemy. I grabbed her by the stomach and flung her across the room to the opposite wall. She got up and dusted herself as nothing happened. Is she the daughter of Wonder Woman or something? Even my pack would be cowering by now, yet this human stood up and dusted herself as nothing happened. She started to laugh. That caught me off guard. "That's all you have? My father was a Beta and still stronger than both of you. Take your best shot." She said in an angered tone. I couldn't help but smile at her tone. Even though she was angry, her voice was like good music to my ears. She lifted her shirt and I saw her stomach was all bruised up and cut. I couldn't help but wince at the gruesome sight. "Look at this. I'm accustomed to being abused. If you want to take a shot. Go ahead. The punching bag needs to be taught a lesson. Right" she hollered. Tears started to fill her eyes. Abuse? Was she abused in her old pack? My wolf became quite agitated at the thought of her being beaten. She looked at Nancy and then her eyes settled on mine. "C'mon All so mighty Alpha, take your best shot. Kill me for all I care I'm tired of this thing I call a life." She said in a mocking tone. She was abused... That really angered my wolf. The fact that she would rather be dead made him howl in sadness, but once her eyes landed on mine. My wolf was on full alert. He howled with glee. 'Mate! Mate! Mate!' He screamed at me. "Mate...?" I asked myself. Nancy raise her hand at my mate. She was about to slap her. That sight boiled my blood and I was quick to react. I grabbed her by the raised arm and threw her across the room. I heard a crack but I didn't care. As long as it isn't from my mate it doesn't matter to me. "Alpha?" Nancy whispered once she recovered from my attack. "No one will touch her... She is my mate...." I stated with authority. "Alpha, she is a rouge and human. She is trash and needs be executed" One of my cell ward wolves said while grabbing her wrist. My wolf trembled with anger and agitation. I know I just said no one would touch her. I specifically said NO ONE! I grabbed him by the wrist as well. I tightened my grip on his wrist until I heard a crack. He whimpered. "MINE!" I yelled in his face. Install #Dreame to continue read The name of the Story<>
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“What do you mean she isn’t a wolf?” I growled. "I'm sorry Alpha I should have informed you as soon as I found out. You just seemed-" His voice was cut off. I had slammed him into one of the nearby walls. I opened the door to the cell. The scent hit me like a bag of bricks. This amazing mouthwatering scent. My wolf had calm down. I could almost hear him purring inside me. That's odd, he's never done that before. I had to snap out of my thoughts and focus on what was going on. "You. Human. Look at me." I said in a deep voice. The human girl didn't move. Even flinch at my tone. That aggravated me, everyone else flinches yet she stayed in place. She's a human. I could kill her in one snap. She should be terrified and crying. Yet she didn't even look at me. "The alpha was speaking to you human. Answer him!"Nancy yelled. Again she didn't move. I know she isn't dead. I can hear her heart beating and her breathing in and out. Yet she shows no signs of fear. It's obvious someone has to teach her a lesson. She does not know how to act around her superiors. "First of all, I have a name. Second of all he is not my alpha, he may be yours but he is my enemy." Her angelic voice broke the silence. She seemed angered. I couldn't help but flinch when she spat out the word enemy. I grabbed her by the stomach and flung her across the room to the opposite wall. She got up and dusted herself as nothing happened. Is she the daughter of Wonder Woman or something? Even my pack would be cowering by now, yet this human stood up and dusted herself as nothing happened. She started to laugh. That caught me off guard. "That's all you have? My father was a Beta and still stronger than both of you. Take your best shot." She said in an angered tone. I couldn't help but smile at her tone. Even though she was angry, her voice was like good music to my ears. She lifted her shirt and I saw her stomach was all bruised up and cut. I couldn't help but wince at the gruesome sight. "Look at this. I'm accustomed to being abused. If you want to take a shot. Go ahead. The punching bag needs to be taught a lesson. Right" she hollered. Tears started to fill her eyes. Abuse? Was she abused in her old pack? My wolf became quite agitated at the thought of her being beaten. She looked at Nancy and then her eyes settled on mine. "C'mon All so mighty Alpha, take your best shot. Kill me for all I care I'm tired of this thing I call a life." She said in a mocking tone. She was abused... That really angered my wolf. The fact that she would rather be dead made him howl in sadness, but once her eyes landed on mine. My wolf was on full alert. He howled with glee. 'Mate! Mate! Mate!' He screamed at me. "Mate...?" I asked myself. Nancy raise her hand at my mate. She was about to slap her. That sight boiled my blood and I was quick to react. I grabbed her by the raised arm and threw her across the room. I heard a crack but I didn't care. As long as it isn't from my mate it doesn't matter to me. "Alpha?" Nancy whispered once she recovered from my attack. "No one will touch her... She is my mate...." I stated with authority. "Alpha, she is a rouge and human. She is trash and needs be executed" One of my cell ward wolves said while grabbing her wrist. My wolf trembled with anger and agitation. I know I just said no one would touch her. I specifically said NO ONE! I grabbed him by the wrist as well. I tightened my grip on his wrist until I heard a crack. He whimpered. "MINE!" I yelled in his face. Install #Dreame to continue read The name of the Story<>
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You wh*re!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel something on my thigh. A big hand is gripping me! I get away from the disgusting touch wi
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel something on my thigh. A big hand is gripping m
Dreame
"That night was horrible to her… The knife, the blood, and the man’s dirty hands…" I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You wh*re!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I
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"That night was horrible to her… The knife, the blood, and the man’s dirty hands…" I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You wh*re!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this. How could he do this to me. What did I ever do to deserve such a thing. He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him. The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member. ~2 weeks ago~ “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh. Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait. Are you happy to make us wait. You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair. It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating. My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother. I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother; how can he say that. His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this. Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel some
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You wh*re!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel something on my thigh. A big hand is gripping me! I get away from the disgusting touch wi
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You whore!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I c
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⚠⚠⚠Warning: Adult content,only 18+ I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You w****e!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood t
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You whore!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I c
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You wh*re!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel something on my thigh. A big hand is gripping me! I get away from the disgusting touch wi
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You whore!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I c
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You whore!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I c
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this. How could he do this to me. What did I ever do to deserve such a thing. He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him. The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member. ~2 weeks ago~ “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh. Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait. Are you happy to make us wait. You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair. It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating. My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother. I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother; how can he say that. His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this. Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel some
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That night was horrible to her… The knife, the blood, and the man’s dirty hands… I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You wh*re!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel something on my thigh. A big hand
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You wh*re!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel something on my thigh. A big hand
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You wh*re!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel something on my thigh. A big hand is gripping me! I get away from the disgusting touch wi
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel something on my thigh. A big hand is gripping
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You wh*re!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel something on my thigh. A big hand is gripping me! I get away from the disgusting touch wi
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You whore!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I c
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel something on my thigh. A big hand is gripping
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You whore!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this? How could he do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve such a thing? He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him? The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member... ***2 weeks ago*** “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh? Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait? Are you happy to make us wait? You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair? It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating? My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother? I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother, how can he say that? His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this? Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I c
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this. How could he do this to me. What did I ever do to deserve such a thing. He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him. The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member. ~2 weeks ago~ “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh. Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait. Are you happy to make us wait. You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair. It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating. My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother. I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother; how can he say that. His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this. Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel some
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this. How could he do this to me. What did I ever do to deserve such a thing. He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him. The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member. ~2 weeks ago~ “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh. Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait. Are you happy to make us wait. You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair. It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating. My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother. I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother; how can he say that. His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this. Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel some
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this. How could he do this to me. What did I ever do to deserve such a thing. He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him. The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member. ~2 weeks ago~ “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh. Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait. Are you happy to make us wait. You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair. It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating. My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother. I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother; how can he say that. His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this. Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel some
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this. How could he do this to me. What did I ever do to deserve such a thing. He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him. The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member. ~2 weeks ago~ “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh. Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait. Are you happy to make us wait. You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair. It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating. My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother. I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother; how can he say that. His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this. Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel some
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this. How could he do this to me. What did I ever do to deserve such a thing. He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him. The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member. ~2 weeks ago~ “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh. Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait. Are you happy to make us wait. You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair. It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating. My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother. I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother; how can he say that. His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this. Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel some
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this. How could he do this to me. What did I ever do to deserve such a thing. He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him. The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member. ~2 weeks ago~ “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh. Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait. Are you happy to make us wait. You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair. It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating. My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother. I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother; how can he say that. His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this. Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel some
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this. How could he do this to me. What did I ever do to deserve such a thing. He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him. The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member. ~2 weeks ago~ “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh. Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait. Are you happy to make us wait. You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair. It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating. My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother. I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother; how can he say that. His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this. Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel some
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this. How could he do this to me. What did I ever do to deserve such a thing. He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him. The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member. ~2 weeks ago~ “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh. Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait. Are you happy to make us wait. You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair. It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating. My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother. I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother; how can he say that. His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this. Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel some
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this. How could he do this to me. What did I ever do to deserve such a thing. He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him. The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member. ~2 weeks ago~ “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh. Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait. Are you happy to make us wait. You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair. It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating. My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother. I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother; how can he say that. His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this. Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel some
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I’m running as fast as I can. I’m running for my life, through the rain and the cold. Oh, I’m so, so cold. But it doesn’t matter right now. All I can do is keeping running, the farthest I can, the fastest I can. Tears run down my cheeks along with the rain. “Come back here! You!” I can hear his voice behind me, and fear makes me run even faster. He is chasing after me, shouting like crazy, calling me terrible names in the night. How can he do this. How could he do this to me. What did I ever do to deserve such a thing. He is my own brother! I take a right turn down a narrow street, looking for a place to hide, but unsure where to go. Can I really escape him. The pouring rain is my only ally, as I know it will cover my scent. I keep running, barefooted on the asphalt, running for my life as I try to escape my only family member. ~2 weeks ago~ “Nora!” I tremble in fear. The voice calling my name from next door freezes my hands immediately. He walks in, his eyes filled with anger. I can guess what is coming next. I gasp and bite my lip. The small kitchen seems way too narrow at this instant, and I instinctively step back as he approaches. He raises his hand and, before I can say a word, slaps me. “Don’t run away when I’m calling you!” I can feel the burn on my cheek and do my best keep my eyes down. If I look him in the eyes, he will get even madder. He unleashes at me, his voice echoing with anger in the room. “Why is the food not ready, huh. Everyone is waiting because of you! Do you feel you can make everyone wait. Are you happy to make us wait. You useless trash! The Alpha is even mad at me because of you!” The slaps keep coming before I even get a chance to talk back. He doesn’t care for my explanation. Why is it so unfair. It’s not my fault! Rory and Bill came late with the groceries they were supposed to bring hours ago! I could only start late, and I did try to get it done as fast as possible, I really did! But it was just an impossible task. Why do I get a beating. My brother won’t care; he won’t listen to me. He is just a mad, angry beast. I can only try to cover my face with my arms as the blows keep coming. “Brother, please, stop!” I beg as my tears run down. “Who are you calling your brother. I have no useless trash sister like you!” But I am his sister! We have the same father and the same mother; how can he say that. His words are as painful as his hits. Alec used to care for me. He used to love me, his little sister, and played with me. But that was a long time ago, in our childhood. Everything changed for the worst when our mom died. He was twelve, and I was eight. He found my mom and me late at night, a stormy night, in a bloodbath. I remember the horror on his face — the shock in his eyes, and how he ran away from the scene. His attitude changed completely after that, and so did the pack’s. He finally stops hitting me, out of breath and still red from anger. It hurts so much. I keep my arms up around myself, in case he decides to go at it again. But he steps back. “Hurry up! I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry up! You cursed girl!” He leaves the room, and I slowly lower my arms, still shaking. I try not to cry, as I can feel tears filling my eyes. I get up and ignore the pain so that I can go back to the cooking. I hurry up. I know his threats are real. I can’t talk back, only concentrate on my task. I touch the painful areas hesitantly. It hurts so badly… New bruises will add to the ones I already have. Sometimes it hurts for days, and the pain won’t let me sleep. Can I ever escape this. Sometimes I’m afraid he will kill me. I finally finish cooking and bring the plates to the dining hall. Many pairs of eyes follow my every move. Some pack members smirk after me, and some pretend I don’t exist. I prefer the latter. I keep my eyes down and put one plate on the table after another, hoping no one is in the mood to mess with me today. I’m almost done serving, when I can suddenly feel some