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"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

" I roared, slamming the phone onto the ground. Jessica’s departure had left me utterly drained, yet these people continued to suck the life out of me like leeches, greedily feeding off my blood. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my hands, overcome by despair.

The ground beneath me trembled, and I stumbled, my movements sluggish as if the very air was resisting my attempts to escape. As I struggled to move, the scene shifted, and I found myself standing before our pack house. It was a skeletal structure, its walls blackened by the flames, its windows shattered. The once-familiar entrance was now a gaping maw of darkness. My heart raced as I stepped forward, the weight of grief and loss pressing down on me. I entered the ruined pack house, the air heavy with the acrid scent of smoke. The corridors that had once been bustling with activity were now empty, the echoes of footsteps replaced by the crackling of burning embers.

then he rolled his eyes at her. Jada giggled and threw him a peace sign, “I’m just kidding! As if you don’t know how much I love you!” She was relieved when he finally smiled. “Where’s our gingerbread man?” she asked, referring to Ada. “He went home to Pamplona, his mother got sick,” Honey narrated. Jada nodded at her, feeling sad for their friend. “So? What do you think?” Honey asked again, it was about the modeling offer.

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Or what if he gets tired and can't take it anymore? An orphan girl with nothing to her name, what can I possibly offer him, what could I give him? Chapter 2 How did I get here? Standing in front of the door of our broken Alpha, Who’s looking at me like I'm some sort of germ, by the way. Right! I remember I was forced to. Who would have known my life would have turned out like this? I'm Anabella, the adoptive daughter of Beta Bryan and Sophia porter, I lost my parents at the young age of 6 years old, and I was adopted at the age of 8

In fact, everything I am giving him will never comapre to the pain he subjected me to. This man broke me. In his hands, I was Battered and Broken Yet I remained Invincible. This idiot and left me for dead but I somehow survived. I believe my survival was for a reason and this reason was for me to live to get rid of scum like Connor from this universe. I start cutting him slowly, his blood spattering in every direction. Without any limbs, he cannot flail around. He is as quiet as a sheep on the alter. I watch with satisfaction as his life force slowly leaves him.

I can be very persistent when I need to be. I need to be at school half an hour before classes start tomorrow to see the principal and be told the rules. Rules are pointless for me because I don’t follow them. I break them. The principal wants me to get a buddy to show me around, someone who will be in my classes. How old am I? Ten? I don’t need someone to escort me around. I can find my way. Whoever I get stuck with won’t last long. I will put them off escorting me within the first hour. It is usually a good boy/girl type they get to do these things. I will become a bad influence on them. The principal will learn the hard way. If I can request someone, that may be a different story. I could

"People can sleep here if they need to. The owner believes books should be accessible to everyone." I wandered through the aisles slowly, pulling random books off shelves, reading first lines, getting lost in the chaos of it all. Vincent followed at a distance, letting me explore. In a section marked "Poetry," I found a slim volume with a worn cover. I opened it randomly and read: "We are all broken. That's how the light gets in." Something about those words hit me harder than they should have. "Find something?" Vincent appeared beside me. I showed him the page. He read it and smiled slightly. "Leonard Cohen. He understood brokenness better than most."

“I’ve been running for so long—from my past, from myself, from everything that scares me. Pretending I could keep it all locked away.” I watched her carefully, gauging her reaction. There was no shock. No disgust. Only quiet patience that somehow made it worse, because it reminded me she was waiting for me to open up. To let her in. “I’m broken, Amelia. Not just the usual scars people wear on their sleeves. I carry things—dark things—that I thought were buried deep enough that no one would ever find them.” My voice dropped to a whisper, raw and unsteady. “But you’ve found them anyway.”