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Everyone knew that Penelope was the only wolfless omega in the Woods family, a shame for the Dark Wood Pack. Penelope herself knew this.

Every bully knew that Penelope was easy to pick on because no one would stand up for her. Even Penelope knew this.

Everyone knew that Penelope would only mate with a poor omega like her and have a bunch of lowly omega children. Even Penelope knew that this was true—that social class was the biggest gap to bridge—but she didn't give up hope.

The promised knight who was going to save the princess came down from the sky on her 18th birthday. Just like every fairy tale, a princess would be saved by a perfect kiss.

Not Penelope, though.

Just as Penelope was getting excited about her new life, she realized that the princess could wait for the knight to save her because the dragon had never hurt her.

Dragon or knight?

Penelope thought she could make the right choice and avoid problems in the future, but when she was betrayed again, she realized that a real princess wasn't just a vase there to be saved.

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A/N: This is an experimental piece that contains sexual, bloody, and violent scenes. Please exercise caution when selecting.

HER POSSESSIVE MATE

"You know, I hear that all the time.  The magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave, and it feels even better to come back..."

"What are you doing over there? Turn off the radio."  Elda kicked the door open and slumped onto the couch  within two steps.

The tiny, 210-square-foot room was filled with a strong alcohol odor that struck my nostrils. I turned off the radio and  got to my feet. "You're drinking again?"

"What? If you can't bring me the dreamer, just shut the fuck up."

I scowled. "You'll die if you keep taking morphine like this."

The so-called dreamer Elda meaned was nothing but morphine. Yes, Elda was a morphine addict.

"Who the hell cares?!  Stop talking shit or fuck off!" Elda suddenly yelled madly  and tossed a pillow in my face.

"But I care!" I retorted, snatching up the weapon and running fiercely to Elda, "I care about you!"

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