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Belonging To The Luna

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Jaz has never fit in. Taking after her human father, she was always picked on as a child by others in the pack. As an adult, she chose to go rogue and build an empire of her own. When Alpha Sloan walks through the doors of her office, she thinks her world is finally complete. Mated to an Alpha, wolves would have to accept her. She never expected the moon goddess to throw a wrench into her perfect life. When she meets the Omega Jamie, her fairytale is turned on end. Can she learn to love both of her mates, or will something more sinister bring ruin on them all?

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Not Your Average She-Wolf
“What are you staring at, fatty? Hey Marissa, I think Jasmine here has the hots for your man.” Tiffany laughed. “Of course, she does.” Marissa sneered. “Everyone wants the Alpha’s son. I bet you daydream about him, don’t you?” I tried to ignore them. This kind of teasing wasn’t anything new to me. Shoving my books into my locker, I turned to head toward the buses. Tiffany and Marissa followed me, continuing their taunts. They picked on me because I was different. Everyone in our high school belonged to the pack. They were all fit and beautiful, the kind of people that both genders threw themselves at regardless of their actual orientation. I was none of these things. My father had been human. I inherited his honey brown skin, making me darker than the glowing tans that everyone around me sported. Instead of being tall and slim, I was short and round. My curves gave me an exaggerated hourglass shape. While they loved to tease me about my weight, Tiffany had a particular interest in remarking on my wide nose and plump lips. They were the same as my father’s. I carried his African features right down to the deep brown of his eyes. “I bet you touch yourself while you fantasize about our future Alpha, alone in your room.” Marissa hissed as she leaned toward me. “Do his hands get stuck in your nappy hair even in your fantasy?” I bit my lip, trying to ignore them as I made my way to my bus. I knew they were bullying me for being different, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. I could handle the insults about my features and body, the things I had inherited from my father. My hair was another story altogether. “Could you imagine?” Tiffany snorted. “Greg would take one whiff of that hair and run the other way. You know she can’t wash it; I read up on that stuff.” “You’re probably right. I couldn’t imagine having such nasty, dirty hair.” Marissa replied, causing the pair to burst into laughter. Tears stung my eyes, but I forced myself to hold them back as I boarded my bus. I collapsed into my seat, still struggling to contain my emotions. I was relieved the pair rode home with Gregory rather than being able to continue taunting me on the ride home. It wasn’t enough to ease the pain they had caused entirely. The moment I stepped off the bus in front of my home, the dam broke. Tears streamed down my face as I dropped my bag in the hallway and sped toward the bathroom. I tore through the cabinets, pulling out my mother’s hair straightening brush as I sobbed. I couldn’t fix my skin color, my body shape, or features, but I could fix my hair. I barely bothered waiting for the indicator light to show the brush had reached proper temperature before I began dragging it through my hair. Each time it snagged in my tight coils, I sobbed harder. I screamed in frustration as it caught once more in my hair, blinded by the tears that continued to pour from my eyes. I slid to the floor as I fought to work it to the end of the small section of hair I was trying to straighten. Moments later, my mother burst through the bathroom door. “Oh baby, what are you doing?” She gasped, kneeling down to help me wrest the straightener from my tangled hair. “I can’t take it anymore, momma.” I wailed. “I’m so tired of being different. Everyone is so cruel about it. I tried so hard to make them like me. They’re my packmates, for goddess sake, and they still do everything they can to hurt me!” She pulled me to her chest, rubbing soothing circles across my back as I sobbed against her. When I had calmed to short gasps, she held me at arm’s length, her face more serious than I had ever seen her. “Baby, there will always be a white woman somewhere that wants what you have and tries to bring you down for having it. I should have done a better job preparing you. I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I failed you in this. Baby girl, I need you to always remember that you are a diamond, don’t let them dull your sparkle.” I sniffled and wiped my nose on my sleeve as I nodded to her. I was surprised to hear my mother say what she had about white women, being one herself. She had done her best to understand what life was like for me as the only biracial girl in the pack, but she could never truly understand. My father would have, but he had died when I was young. He would have known how to guide a black child through the difficulties of living in the south. My mother did her best to lift my spirits the rest of the evening. We watched my favorite movies and gorged ourselves on junk food in place of dinner. She had done an amazing job of easing the pain by the time I crawled into my bed. Delicious smells filling my nostrils woke me early the next morning. Following the scents floating through the house to the kitchen, I found a small, greying black woman puttering around the stove. She hummed as she worked to flip the pancakes and stir the grits, working through the various pans of food. “Good morning.” She smiled, waving her spatula toward the stool at the counter island. “You have gotten big since I last saw ya.” I took my seat and watched her, waiting for an explanation about who she was. “Morning, Sookie!” My mother grinned as she strolled into the kitchen, sitting beside me. “I’m glad you could make it on such short notice.” “You should have called sooner, Clara. You know I’d do anything for my Reggie’s little girl.” “I know.” My mother whispered as the older woman sat plates loaded down with food in front of us. “It was just too painful to see you after he died. My kind isn’t supposed to outlive our mate.” “Hush now. What’s done is done. I’m here now, and we’re gonna make a plan to get this girl taken care of.”

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