Once Rejected Twice Detained
It gave me a comfort that not even my own mother was able to provide.
Breathing in the cool night air, I ran my hand through my thin, dark hair and relished this moment. My senses have never been more active than the way they were tonight. I could feel everything. I could feel the wind, the joy of the family who had just been blessed with a child, the sorrow of the hungry, the jealousy of different mates, the lust. This was the downside of being an alpha. You could feel the pain and happiness of your whole pack, but I was different. I never felt my own pain; I never felt my own happiness. It always felt like all my emotions had been given to someone else, but who? It certainly wasn’t Amanda.
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