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"That's the price you pay Leave behind your heartache, cast away Just another product of today Rather be the hunter than the prey And you're standing on the edge, face up 'cause you're a Natural A beating heart of stone You gotta be so cold To make it in this world Yeah, you're a natural Living your life cutthroat You gotta be so cold Yeah, you're a natural" Damn, the lyrics spoke to me. I soon was moving like someone who was undergoing a werewolf transition, without the breaking bones. This night, I didn't care whether I get sued for noise pollution or for anything at all. The world had snatched everything from me, first was the right to live with a real family. Second, I was deprived of a

He had no use or regard for her, but he felt the least he could do was remain loyal to her in his head. The stupid omega had gotten in his head. He went into his bathroom to splash some water onto his face. He knew that sometimes cold water refreshed one's spirit and that he needed to calm down before she got back. When he lifted his head up and saw his reflection, his eyes were still glossy with longing for her. In that moment, he detested himself, and he didn't realize that he had been pounding at the mirror until he saw his blood staining the porcelain sink. Thankfully, as the Alpha he had healing powers and could easily heal the cuts up.

Let them hear me coming. A few idiots spilled out from the common room like trained seals. That loudmouth Hori chick raised an eyebrow at me, but I ignored her. My eyes scanned for him. Maddox. The prick who’d smashed my face two months ago like some caveman on steroids. There he was. Leaning over the railing like he owned the fucking penthouse. Arms crossed, Jaw locked. Staring down at me like I was shit on his shoe. Good. Let him seethe.

Cam spat, his eyes flashing gold for a sec, showing just how angry he was. Before I could formulate a response, he added angrily. “Go ahead, have them burn us at the stake, for all I care. Perhaps it will be a better fate than living as your slaves.” I fought hard to reign in my temper, but it was proving difficult. The Omega was pushing all the wrong buttons.