Mates with the Alpha

Questions Answered, New Book

I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a while, just finished my finals Friday. I should be updating sometime in the next week (or sooner).

I also feel like I need to address the topic of the two mates. I thought I made it clear, but by all the messages and comment I've been getting apparently not. Thats alright I'm going to clear it up and I guess this is kind of a spoiler if you didn't already get it.

Q: Is Rose the Moon Goddess? How is that possible?

A: Yes. And you will have to read to find out

Q: Does she have two mates? If she does how is this possible?

A: She does have two mates. She is the moon goddess and by legend, she has one mate (Damien) for romantic reasons, and she has one for protection (Storm).

Q: Why does Storm say that Rose is his mate?

A: Because despite him not being the romantic mate in the relationship he still feels the need to protect and give all his love to Rose. This is the normal way you feel when you have a mate so that is why he is confused, he does not know that she is the Moon Goddess and he does not know what role he plays in her life yet.

If you have any other questions, feel free to ask!!!

READ MY OTHER BOOK:
CARRY ME, BADBOY!!!
(I will also be updating that sometime this upcoming week)

I AM ALSO WRITING A NEW BOOK WITH Mchami :

Stalker.

Excerpt

A true stalker doesn't follow...
They already know where you are going.
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I walk up the stairs to my house and swing the door open tiredly. All day I have been looking over my shoulder and expecting to find someone watching me. But I don't know which situation would be worse, looking over my shoulder and finding a hooded man watching my every move, or looking over my shoulder to find no one.
I quickly lock the door and draw the curtains over windows. I feel a shiver go down my spine when the feeling is still there. I just try and ignore it, and I'm not going to tell my mom, she doesn't need the stress.
I walk up the long staircase and down the hall making sure nothing is out of place. Satisfied that everything is where it's supposed to be, I walking into my bedroom and stop. Before I can cross the threshold, my eyes find a glittering black box on my bed. My need to know what's inside triumphs my fear. When I lift the lid to see what awaits me inside, I really wish I wouldn't have.