Trauma

“Mates!” Olivia’s voice rang in my head, then fell silent, as if stunned by the memories she’d glimpsed.
No! No! No!
This couldn’t be real. It had to be a nightmare.
They couldn’t be my mates... I ...

He carefully helps me take my shirt off. I shield myself with my arms.
"No, please let me look at you. I want to see your beautiful body." He states.
How could he say I was beautiful with scars al...

Can't believe the Moon goddess my own great great great grandmother would curse her own grandson to a life of misery. Blessings are what they say mates are, mine are a curse. Before I knew how badly m...