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Book Excerpt: Which end is better?
"What the FUCK do you mean CANCER?!" he roared stalking towards the poor doctor.
"Now Alpha..." Dr. Miller placated, as he slowly backed away with his neck bared, and eyes downcast.
"She just had a broken rib, and now you're telling me it's fucking CANCER?!"
The doctor looked terrified of his enraged alpha, but wisely kept his submissive stance and slow pace backwards, making no sudden movements.
"Merle if you don't calm down and let Dr. Miller tell us what in the hell is going on, I will hog tie your giant furry ass myself!
Now SIT."
The whole room froze, turning to stare at the alpha females uncharacteristic outburst with wide eyes, as she continued to tear into her husband, angrily moving towards him.
"I mean it Merle! Sit. Down. NOW." She punctuated her order with a hard glare pointed in her husbands direction.
As the discomfited alpha followed his wife to the couch they had been previously seated on, he sank into cushions, pulling her to him as soon as she sat. He was properly cowed at seeing how upset his wife truly was. "I'm sorry mon âme I will not interrupt again", he told her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, holding her tighter. Keeping himself in check, holding on by a thread.
"You may continue Dr. Miller" She said with a tight smile, once Merle had calmed some, and loosened his grip enough to allow her to face the doctor.
"Thank you Luna", he said shuffling his papers nervously on his desk. Looking directly at Audra he said horsely, "Unfortunately there's no way to sugar coat this. You have stage four lung cancer, and as a wolf....treatment is.... not an option, as your system would reject it."
It was several moments before anyone spoke. Finally Merle lifted his head and in a strained, and broken voice that revealed his helpless fury asked "How...h-how is this even possible? Dean you know as well as anyone wolves don't get cancer... how could this happen?" the last few words loaded with a desperate hope, obviously clutching for any excuse for this all to be some nightmarish misunderstanding.
"As you both know Luna Audra, had recently been diagnosed with recurrent respiratory papillomatosis before your mating. The best I can see is that -before the change- a papilloma detached from her vocal chords and fell into her lungs, attached to the lining, mutating into cancer before her complete change. While cancer cannot appear in a wolf, if it is there before the change it will run its course. Though very few cases of our kind with cancer have ever existed, there have been a very few cases such as yours. Your wolf blood will slow its progress considerably.....but it won't stop it. If you had stayed human, you probably would've been dead within four months. Maybe less, its hard to say. It's even harder to say how long it will take as a wolf... but if I had to hazard a guess I'd say maybe....five years, maybe seven? .... I'm so sorry Luna...but there is nothing I can do."
With each word the doctor said, a piece of the alphas soul could be seen withering in his eyes.
After a few minutes when no one moved or said a word, the doctor hesistantly rose to his feet, " I'll just leave you two alone for some privacy." Still, no one moved or spoke a word as the doctor quickly shuffled out of the room.
It wasn't until the door clicked shut behind him that Merle turned to Audra his âme - his soul. His female. The mother of his children. When her tear-filled gaze met his a part of him died, right there on that cheap vinyl couch.
Without a word, he pulled her into his chest, and held her as they both wept. Mourning their losses, dealt much sooner than they ever intended.
"How are we going to tell the kids?" she sobbed.
As the onlooker gingerly lowered the slat covering screen section of the Blue Dog painting behind Dr. Millers desk that allowed one to see into the pack doctors office, the onlooker made their way down the secret passage that ran behind most of the rooms trying to contain their glee. This couldn't have been more perfect if that stupid alpha bitch had dropped dead there on that ugly couch.
Everything was precisely on schedule.
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As the onlooker powered off the screen showing the camera feed from the pack doctors office, it occurred to the onlooker that things couldn't have gone better than if that stupid alpha bitch had dropped dead on that ugly couch, right there on camera. The onlooker cackled with delight " DAMN I'm good."
Everything was precisely on schedule.
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THIS IS SOO FREAKING GORGEOUS!!!
This is a beautiful and unique antique piece, estimated to be from the 1920's to the 1930's. This is a perfect heirloom ring for handing down generation, to generation. Its elegance, and class is timeless with its stunning art deco design. It is a mixture of sharp lines, and a floral softness that comes together to make a delicate master piece both feminine and unyielding. Every time you put it on it makes you feel like you went back in time, and you should be trying to find a speakeasy with the love of your life. It looks like a ring Gatsby would've given Daisy. This is not just a piece of jewelry, it is history and a work of art, representing love old and new. It is perfect for an heirloom piece. - The center European cut diamond is about a half karat in surface weight, appraised as G/SI 1 - Has four other diamonds about three points a piece - Solid 14KT gold Please feel free to contact me anytime with questions or photo requests! I have a diamond camera and am capable of getting whatever photo you may want to see! Ring was not cleaned before photographs so as to give a better idea of what it would typically look like. ATTENTION *All jewelry will be professionally cleaned before shipping. **This will be shipped with insurance, and adult signature confirmation. *** diamonds and gold are thoroughly tested, and guaranteed as genuine, real, and naturally occurring.
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Do you get a discount for getting a tattoo of tits?
I’m going to open my own strip club which will also feature a tattoo parlour. I’m going to name it ‘Tit for Tat’.
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Babies cry a lot because any little discomfort is literally the worst thing they ever felt in their life.
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A seriously ill student has begged for help stem cell donor in the next two months after being told she will die if no match is found.
Final-year Cardiff University medical student Vithiya Alphons , from London, said she was diagnosed with an aggressive form of leukaemia after falling ill during a lecture.
Doctors have warned her she is facing a race against time to find a donor - something made more complicated by her Sri Lanka heritage.
Ms Alphons said: “I knew it was going to be difficult because there aren’t many people from South Asian backgrounds who are signed up as donors.
@muttonrolls i think you have a bunch of sri lankan followers (?) if you don’t mind sharing
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Yes. Because only black people can like hot sauce. I'm from Southern Louisiana. WE ALL LIKE HOT SAUCE. Even the one eye five horned flying purple people eaters like it. Everyone from Louisiana knows if you go out of state to bring hot sauce and Tony's cause no one else flavors their food. I can't stand Hillary but spicy is not a black only thing. Just saying.
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