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Never again.
Never again would she be weak.
Never again would she be a someone's mercy.
Never again would she fail.
Never again, never again, never again.

She was a wolf who had never learned how to be a wolf, thanks to that cage humans called propriety and society. And like any maltreated animal, she bit anyone who came near. Good thing he liked being bitten. Good thing he savored the bruises and scratches she left on his body every night, and t that her unleashing when he was burried in her made him want to answer it with his own.

I am not with you,” she snapped. “I am fucking you.” “The only thing fit for a bastard-born brute, right?” “I didn’t say that.” “You don’t need to. You’ve said it a thousand times before.” “Then why did you bother to cut in at the ball?” “Because I was fucking jealous!