High school is hard for most people and for Chloe Miller, this is no exception. She is forced to learn the perils of her choices the hard way and the result leads her to building a steel wall around herself that is impossible to crack.
Eventually, her mother loses her job and Chloe is then forced to move in with her cousin and their family. This means a new school and on the first day she arrives with a dynamite mission in mind. A mission to reclaim everything that she had once lost at the hands of others.
She quickly finds herself fighting a past that she struggles to forget and creating a future that she can live with. It becomes a constant battle for her, centered around peer pressure, character stereo types, cliques and consequences. Couple that with the plight of falling in love and she finds herself playing a starring role in the game of life where everyone is playing for keeps.
Will she win... or will she lose?
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Sauntering forwards, she slid onto his lap with all the grace of a prima ballerina and wrapped her long arms around his neck. Leaning in to his ear, she blew out a little puff of hot air so that it fanned lightly over all the right places. She felt a sense of utter satisfaction when he shuddered. Now that Chloe was certain that she had his attention, she whispered in his ear. “You may have been the best bucko, but guess what…..I’m going to be better.”
She lifted up so that she could look him in the face and smiled confidently back at him.
His previous cocky demeanor had seemed to have lost some of its earlier steam, “Who are you?” he asked so low that only Chloe could hear him. His forehead was creased as he searched her face, watching her as if she was some type of strange puzzle that needed to be solved.
Chloe lifted her hand patted his cheek. The boy didn’t have a clue. “I, my friend, am your biggest adversary. So what do you say Mr. Player, won’t you play with me?”
"The fuck you are leaving me." He snapped and growled at his mate.
She was calm as she was ever be regardless of his snapping. She sighed and turned around to leave without saying something to him because it was worthless. There was no point in talking and especially to him.
He grabbed her arm before she put one step. "Where do you think you are going Ara?" He growled so loudly as everyone shuddered watching their interaction.
She quickly remove his hand as anger rolling off of her in waves. "Don't. Touch. Me. So you think I will live here and watch you mate and breed that female." She snapped at him.
"She meant nothing Ara." He said after a minute.
She laughed, literally laughed but without any humor. "That's why you were fucking her in your office just a minutes before, don't you?"
"It was a mistake." He tried to reason with her.
"But in your case mistakes happened in more than one time. And they said mistakes happened only one time." She said sarcastically.
"I don't need her. I need you." He said again desperately.
"Lies. All lies coming from your mouth. I feel disgusted just by looking at you, let alone talking to you. And you said you need me? Ha. Very funny. You don't need me and I sure as hell don't need you. This female behind your back is more enough than me. Breed her, mark her or fuck her. I DON'T FUCKING CARE."
"I am sorry. I am really fucking sorry." He said brokenly as kneeling on the ground.
A small laugh escaped from her lips. "Isn't it too late for that mate?" And she left just like that while single tear rolled down her cheeks.
He had made mistakes. Mistakes that will cost him everything. He knew he had lost her and this time completely.
She was broken. Again. He did break her, repair her just to break her again leaving a broken shattered woman but strong willed.
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The cruel, sadistic Rogue Alpha and his caring, lovable Witch mate.
Will it be too late for him to say sorry?