Chapter 1: Twin Trouble

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Spin off to 'Abused Mate'. You do not need to read AM to understand this book but I would appreciate it if you did. Thanks :)
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Chris and Sam Wayne have had 18 amazing years together as Alpha and Luna to the Moonlight Pack. They have overcome many obstacles to be together and all they want is to live a peaceful life.
There's just one problem.
If Ashley, there only daughter does not find her Mate before 20 she will die.
On Ashley's 18th birthday her parents throw her a big party.
There she runs into Damian Blackwoods.
She is instantly attracted to him, although she does not understand it.
Damian Blackwoods is the Alpha-to-be of the Blackwoods Pack In
California.
His father sent him down to Texas to "control his reckless ways". When
he finds his Mate he rejects her.
Will Ashley have enough time to
make Damian fall in love with her
before it is too late for her?

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Chris Wayne :

"Yes. Of course I wouldn't mind." I said into the reciever.

"Are you sure? My son is a bit of a troublemaker." Steven Blackwoods replied on the other side of the line .

"Yes I'm sure. He's welcomed here with open arms." I smiled as my mate Samantha walked into my office, wrapping her arms around my neck as she sat on my lap.

"Tease." I mouthed, as she kissed my jaw playfully.

Sam smiled her grey eyes filled with mischief.

"Thank you Chris. " Steven said "He will be there in a few days."

"Anything for an old friend." I bit my lip as Sam blew on my mark teasingly. "It was nice talking to you Steven, bye. "

"Who was that?" Sam asked curiously as I laid my phone on my desk.

"You remember Steven, the Alpha of the Blackwoods Pack in California." A low growl escaped my throat as her soft lips laid a kiss on the mark she had made 18 years ago.

Marks were unique to us.

It was a tattoo beneath the skin only seen by other wolves.

"What did he want?" She wrapped her legs around my waist as I placed her on my oak desk.

Eighteen years together and I never got tired of her.

Even at thirty six she still looked like that eighteen year old girl I fell in love with all those years ago.

Werewolves aged slower than humans, the oldest werewolf being 700 years old.

Her black curly hair was up in a loose bun and her sultry grey eyes filled with need.

My wolf purred as my lips touched her heavenly ones.

God I loved my Mate.

After a few minutes I finally pulled away, continuing our conversation.

"He wants his son Damian to come stay here for a while. Seems he is a bit of a troublemaker and he's hoping a new environment will cure his reckless ways."

She pulled away worry etched all over her beautiful face.

"Will he be a bad influence on our children?"

I stroked her cheek soothingly, my wolf and I not liking our mate in distress.

She was born to be a mother, and she was a damn good one at that.

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