Warning: The following contains predatory behavior.
S e l e n e
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If your story has no villain, then you’re not the protagonist.
When I was a little girl, my life was perfect. I had everything. The Yves Pack’s Princess they’d call me. I was the most beloved. The one destined for greatness. One day, I was going to marry an Alpha, sire his children, and I’d live happily ever after just like Mama and Papa.
Except, I was no princess.
I was the villain.
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Ten years ago.
People at my school called me slow. I thought it was because my legs were too short, theirs too long, and I could never catch up to them during recess. One day, when Mama and Papa were talking to my teacher, I remember the same word being brought up.
What reason would my teacher question my speed? She had nev
