Dance for us…

It’s not that my mates don’t want me, it’s that don’t want me to be happy. They want me just fine, as long as I continue to make them money and know my station.
Technically, they rejected me, and pathetic as it is, being around them daily helps to fill the hole they made in me the day they sentenced me to a life at the shelter for rejected wolves. Or maybe being around them only keeps the hole open. Not sure which is true anymore.
At first I stayed because they told me that if...

Dance for us…

It’s not that my mates don’t want me, it’s that don’t want me to be happy. They want me just fine, as long as I continue to make them money and know my station.
Technically, they rejected me, and pathetic as it is, being around them daily helps to fill the hole they made in me the day they sentenced me to a life at the shelter for rejected wolves. Or maybe being around them only keeps the hole open. Not sure which is true anymore.
At first I stayed because they told me that if I didn’t dance at their club, I’d never see my son again. Then my son grew, and as he did, he learned to hate me as well. Sometimes I see glimpses of the sweet boy that wanted nobody but his mom, but more often than not these days, I only see him when he needs money.
I thought this was how I would spend the rest of my life, but I never accounted for the triplet sons of the alpha befriending my son and walking into my club. The second they saw me, it was game over.