[JIMINIE]
Love was new to Jiminie. All his life he never felt loved. His father made him hate himself. His mother saw him as an alpha who needed to lead the pack and make sure everything was in the right place.
His pack saw him as a protector because of how powerful he was and how every faction out there was scared of him, including the Lycans.
Everyone always needed him for their own benefit, and now the first person who wanted him for him was someone the society would frown upon. Hell, he even bore the mark of the devil himself, so how the fuck was he even supposed to deal with this?
"Ah fuck it," Jiminie said as he walked to his room. He wasn't going to pretend like he was feeling all rosy and sunshine when his heart was broken today, probably because he was overthinking, but it was hurting nonetheless.
