Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her? Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her. "Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King. "How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me. "Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously. "You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world. He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur. He laughed even harder. I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then? "As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated. Huh, what did he mean by that?

He was heartless and cold to the world, to everyone. She hadn't imagined it, she knew what he was and how he was. She had her experience with Alphas, they were all the same in her eyes. Including her father. And yet.... there's a twist to this werewolf tale. She is just as heartless and cold. They say opposites attract, but what if your mate isn't your opposite? What if your mate is the same? Will they collide with nothing but chaos in their wake? Or will they have a happy ending like most stories do?

Why is suicide frown upon? Well it's simple, we're selfish. We don't want to feel the pain of losing someone and the indisputable effects that soon follow. "Like you told me I can't and I wont standby, when I know there's someone next door who wants to kill themselves." He said through the door. I could hear the disappointment, the sadness and even the tears in his voice. "Please, just open the door." he pleaded. I so desperately wanted to open the door and tell him, I was going to be okay; that everything was going to be okay. Yet I couldn't, I was paralyzed on the floor with the empty bottle of pills in my hand. I didn't know what to do, what I should do. I did however know that with just this one bottle I had ended it all. "I'm sorry, I really am Blake." was all I could say. *** Warning read at your own risk. There are several triggers and questionable behavior. Suicide is never the way out. "Stay alive"

As his lips were close,but his touch so far. I awoke to the light of day, how the night goes so fast as one sleeps.