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Demi's pov

What do you even see in her?

Those words were imprinted on my mind, echoing in my head and I could feel the irritation in his voice scraping at my hearing with each step I took toward the outhouse.

I had a lot of questions running through my mind questioning my birth, my existence and the unfortunate circumstances surrounding my life.

Fate was cruel to me in all ways, throwing my life around like a dice on a jagged end with each tumble revealing a deep slash.

I was the weak wolf, the rejected one, the ugly one, the wolf who never shifted.

The one who never had friends to play with, who got betrayed and was never good enough to invite anywhere.

I was the stinky wolf, the amputee, and yet again rejected after finding out that I was mates with the Alpha king, and now that someone dared show compassion my way, he ruined it all.

I had overcome my fears of men a bit fearing what Logan did to me might happen again, I forced myself to quell my thoughts and went on a date o