Too Broken To Be Loved

PrologueSix years earlierI lived recklessly, indifferent to danger. I was ruthless and hostile, disliked by many. Some attributed my actions of rebellion or attention-seeking, but it was deeper than that. I was broken, seeking solace in alcohol and drugs to escape the torment and abuse of my past. People advised me to forgive and forget, but it's not easy to overcome the physical and mental pain I've endured. My lifestyle choices threaten my future, yet I still need to seek the help others suggest. Despite my pack's attempts to aid me, they eventually gave up, stating I had to want help myself. My friends abandoned me, leaving me in despair, unable to understand my suffering. When I ran, I thought I’d finally be free but oh boy was I wrong. The constant hiding and seeking shelter was much harder than I thought. Constantly running, trying to hide from my past as my father and stepmother sent teams to search for me. I knew why my father was searching, he just wanted me safe, but my

Chapter TwoIt was another day waking up after another night of a drug filled stupor. I’m lying on Oakley’s bathroom floor having horrible withdrawals from the heroin I used last night. I’ve been staying with Oakley cause being a wolf I have to have him enhance the heroin to have any effect on me since wolves have high tolerance’s to drugs and alcohol. Oakley got clean a while ago and got a job and this apartment. He absolutely hates having to do anything with drugs, but he’s been there and knows the difficulties it takes to get clean. I think he’s letting me stay here and doing the stuff he does for me is his way of trying to protect me to make sure I don’t overdose on the streets and possibly his way of trying to talk me into going to rehab. I wouldn’t know the last part for certain cause he hasn’t brought it up yet, but I just have this inkling that’s the topic that will come up soon.After vomiting for the fifth time, I heard a knock on the door and knew who it was. I asked him t

Chapter Four When that secretary finally called my name and said Dr. Colton Fenley was ready to see me, I was finally starting to feel hopeful that maybe just maybe I would finally start getting my life together. When I stood and started walking up the stairs Samarah started to get more anxious, so I didn’t bother to ask her what was bothering her. I figured it was just nerves from being here and having to open up. I couldn’t have been more wrong the minute I opened up the door it hit me standing in front of the closed two-story window looking out was not only someone who was supposed to be my drug therapist, but also my mate. His six foot seven height big brood shoulder his hair was shaved on the sides, but long on top. I hear him say something, but I’m too stunned to respond when he finally turned around my heart drop into my stomach and the word, I never wanted to say came out of my mouth MATE. He’s gorgeous I thought to myself with his slightly tan skin, strong arms, his str