Disclaimer: Leah and the Twilight-verse belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just love Leah and really - and boy, do I mean really - hate the way she's had such a raw deal. She so deserves a happy ending.
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Cursed
I'm cursed.
There ... I've said it. My life's damned to hell through no fault of my own and no one gives a damn about me or how I feel.
I made a mistake. I screwed up. I fell in love. Deeply. Passionately. And irrevocably. With Sam Uley. He was my first love. My all. My everything.
I'd have done anything for Sam, 'cause I adored him and believed he felt the same. We were set to marry, then things suddenly changed without warning. Sam became distant and went missing. He returned as a shape-shifter. A wolf ...
My happiness was shattered and my heart broken, thanks to my cousin Emily's visit. It only took one look and my Sam imprinted on her. Her ! And she was only too quick to steal him away from me. I lost him - forever. And with his loss, the old fun-loving, happy Leah died, leaving a vicious, bitter harpy in her stead. A bitch. Literally. And physically.
I became a she-wolf. My first "phase" led to tragedy. My dad's death and I'll neverforgive myself for it. Within months, I'd lost the two people who'd meant everything to me. Who brought joy into my life.
Since then, I've had to accept that I'm a freak. The only female wolf in our pack. Infertile. Never to imprint. To be forever hated and unloved.
So, yeah ... My life's just peachy. Damned to eternal misery. Like I said, I'm cursed ...
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