ris_wandi

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

I can't help the humorless chuckle I release, if he looked like a kicked puppy now he'd look mutilated when he found out what kind of assholes they were.

"You don't have to talk about it, banshee or not," Damon says, leaning forward and placing a supportive hand over my own.

I smile gratefully at the gesture and put the discussion to rest with relief.

It still confused me a little that Damon described his parents with obvious love that I could never even fake if I tried. Yet, he still sounded pained and tormented, still looked uncomfortable at the memory of them.

"Let's go for a walk," Damon says pulling himself from my lap and to his feet, stretching with a loud groan before turning and pulling me to my feet within an instant. "We can even take your stupid dog with us."

He tries to kiss me but I put my hand between us, chuckling a little when his features distort into a look of betrayal.

NO HOPES OF WINNING