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In just one night, my life changed a hundred and eighty degrees. My happiness fades with sadness.

That terrible night, I lost my loved ones; Mama, Papa, Pack House.

But before I realized I was alone, Papa introduced me to a man. Someone Papa meant would take care of me. However, there he also left me.

Grow up in solitude. I wouldn't want to know the name of love, mate. Because I am a rogue wolf.

Fated To The Rogue Alpha

"If I labeled the shelves with letters like these, made them a bit bigger, would this help?" He asks after a moment, the hope clear as day through his heavy voice.

I ponder it for a moment before nodding despite the frown distorting my features.

"Then, would you like to work here?" He asks with a smile wide enough for me to pick up on.

I stare at him, dumbfounded at the suggestion and the simple answer he presented within a moment. My frown deepens as I look down at the many letters and then around at the familiar shop.

"You would do that for me?" I ask suspiciously, a wave of caution rising up my neck. Demanding that I not trust this act of kindness. People weren't kind, not this kind. They weren't ever this kind under all their deceptive smiles.

COMFORTABLE IN MY LAP