The last time my teacher laid a hand on me, he almost killed me.
I can't believe I married that fuc… I mean, my college professor. You think this sh*t we blandly call domestic abuse doesn't happen to someone like me, a nerd smart enough to get her PhD in her twenties and becomes a professor herself. Well, it does.
But don't you dare feel sorry for me. The monster is behind bars for now, and I've moved to Forest Grove, Oregon to start fresh.
Where the worst is already over. Where it's safe from monsters. Right?
WRONG.
Forest Grove is swarming with...danger. The kind you only read about in paranormal romance books. I'm talking vampires, shifters like wolves, huge wolves that come in twins, and many more.
P.S. They are NOT smoking as hell beasts who swoon and fall in love with you forever like they tell you in those reads. Well, the smoking as hell part, yes...of course...how else will they mess with your head...but not the second part.
And each beast thinks they have some sort of claim on me. What the hell?
Now that my monster of a husband is on the loose, sending me notes, threatening me to go back to him, and the sizzling beasts in my class want a piece of me, LITERALLY, I'm terrified and lost.
If I go back to the monster I know, at least, I'll still be human, even for a short while before his next rage kills me.
If I surrender to the beasts and become their mate, I'll live forever protected as a beast myself without a soul.
Survival 101 doesn't even begin to prepare you for this.
What would you do?
HELP!
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Glaring at myself, I shoved the image of the monster’s face aside. You’d think this shit we blandly call domestic abuse didn’t happen to someone like me, a nerd who was smart enough to get her PhD when she was twenty-five, a Psychology professor herself a year later?
Well, it did.
For years.
Why had I let it go on this long?
The devil I knew… Or so I’d told myself.
Katrina’s heels echoed from the kitchen and to my bedroom in eight steps. Yeah, I counted when I was unpacking.
I’d gone from a huge house in California to a tiny Forest Grove apartment slightly bigger than my former living room. The apartment felt even smaller once I’d unpacked, and Katrina asked me at least five times since she’d set foot in it why I’d chosen such a place.
I chose it because it was the only one available when I moved to Oregon in such a hurry without a chance to secure a place to live first.
But I didn’t care.
It was unlike anything I’d known since I got married. Plus, the place had giant bay windows framing every room and a forest view. It was beautiful, and I’d never felt happier in the past ten years of my life.
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German
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Italian
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Translated by Valentina Trucco
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