❝No soulmate ever leaves this world alone. They always take a part of their other half with them.❞
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TATUM KARAS, the soon-to-be-Alpha, is Mateless.
Well, technically, she isn't Mate "less", because nobody is Mateless. Everybody has a Mate, a partne...
I wasn't gonna post about my other works here because I was under the assumption that everyone reading this book were actually readers of the other ones, but recently with people's comments I realized that that's not the case, lol. And it made me so happy to know that newer readers are also giving this book a try. Thank you guys a lot for that. Now, I just wanted to make it clear that all of Tatum's friends have separate books with stories of them finding their Mates! :)
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1. Seneca Mordecai and Micajah Rye's Story:
She Is My Alpha: (Completed)
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❝She kills without second thought.❞
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Micajah's PoV:
"Ah!" I shout in pain, as my whole leg feels like someone set fire to it. I clutch my hand to it and shout out when another blow is landed to my other leg, making tears of pain gather in the corner of my eyes.
"You worthless piece of shit," he says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defence. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes.
Instead a loud 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me along with everyone else. I tentatively open my eyes once again, peeking from behind raised arms. What - or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fibre of my being stirring at the incandescent sight.
There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor, is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl.
Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an otherworldly look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess.
The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated, and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, fixing my entire focus on her, as my fogged brain is not able to register anything expect the exotic beauty standing before me.
Her steel grey eyes, change their focus from Chance, and roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time.
Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life.
