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Chapter 67
Alvara's Point of View
Storm clouds had settled in for the evening. A prelude for what was to come. For the shit that was raging within my heart. Conflicting feelings and thoughts. All I had ever known was him. Was our turbulent life together. From being found (rather stolen) by them
I had escaped that hellish pack. Saved by the men who had been my true mates. After all these years of loving Eugene, of hating him, I now didn't know how to feel about it all. Because some part of me still loved him. The other part loved his absences.
No longer could I deny that I had been brainwashed. Beaten down. Brutalized. Now, I questioned every romantic interaction I had ever had with him. Tender touches turned to claws hooking into my skull. Kisses turned to poison being spat down my throat. Words of encouragement a double meaning that I couldn't decode.
Did the beginning of our relationship result in the same abuse? Or had he truly meant to
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