Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Filled with musings and colorful drawings, random whimsies of a young mind.
Ticket stubs from every fair and carnival and movie, any event, really, I'd ever attended. My favorite stuffed animal, a black Wolf with white markings, two front paws and the tip of his tail looked like they'd been dipped in white ink. My mother gave him to me when I was four.
At the time, the stuffed animal had been almost as tall as I. I'd squealed and wrapped my little arms around the plush toy, barely saying thank you, before running up the stairs to my room to play.
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