" Dad" I sighed exhaustedly, kneeling to the ground sighing heavily. I shut my eyes, feeling the cool air touching my soaked dress. "Who the hell is this?" My eyes immediately open, hearing an extreme Italian accent. I quickly got up and looked behind me, noticing four mafias. Italian mafias "You're the girl that bumped into me at the ball," He says, whilst eyeing me out with a slight grin. I glanced behind me, feeling my dad pulling me closer to him. I stare back at the Italian guy who he was smirking at me. " Dad, what's going on?" " I didn't know you have a daughter, John." Family secrets, dirty secrets. What will happen at a family vacation in Italy when Amara faces an Italian mafia?

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "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 defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber 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 ethereal 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, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes 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. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

"This was the pack I had heard only stories about in my younger years. The pack of wild wolves blessed by the Gods, that embraced their savagery, that were born to hunt and install fear into the hearts of all those weaker than them." *** The Colorado pack, is a pack like no other. They stand alone from the rest - a group of wolves made to be fighters, to enforce the balance between all wolves when conflicts arose between Alpha's, led by an Alpha more powerful than the rest. Emily is a wolf unable shift. Possessing the genes of both her human mother and wolf father, she is blessed with the gift of strength and agility like any other wolf, but her inability to shift forces her to withdraw from pack dynamics. At the age of twenty-three she's sick of her life and desperate to escape, and she knows exactly where she wants to go. Could a wolf like Emily ever be accepted within Colorado's ranks? Could she earn the respect of the terrifying Alpha? CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT COPYWRITE ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2019

They say opposites attract. But what happens when a rogue and an Alpha who both crave chaos end up being mates? It seems like Moon Goddess has made her first mistake. ______ I tilt my head, scrutinizing him. He did the same. A frown tugs on my lips. He did the same. "Copycat," I breathed out. A smile reaches his face and his eyes twinkle with curiosity. His stares bore into me as he eyes me up and down, pride swelling in his chest. He opens his mouth to speak, "Pleased to meet you, mi amor." "It's a pleasure to meet you, too, mate." ______ I'm definitely not a professional writer or any of that sort so mistakes in terms of grammar and plotholes will be inevitable