Ok say your seventeen. You've lived as a werewolf since you had your first shift. Your father is the alpha of the largest pack in America besides the King's. You love the pack and all, but you plan on becoming a doctor . Now thats not too bad, even though when your father retires as Alpha you'll have to fill in that position,until you marry or find a mate so they can take over. At first your father wasn't on board with this whole becoming a doctor thing, but you explained you could start your career after you find your husband. But what you don't know is that your father has made an arranged marriage between you and the Alpha King. There's only one question you need an answer to . What do I do now?

Vampires? Check. Werewolves? Check. Death prophecy to hang over your head? Double check. Seventeen year old Emma Hutchinson struggles to find her place in the world she has been born to as she tries to decide whether she should be with Michael, the boy she has been dreaming about since she was three or if she belongs with Dominic, her betrothed.

He was a prince. She was a guard. When Isandra's past catches up with her, her job of protecting the royals gets harder and protecting herself in the process was near impossible. Her duty was to him and the throne he would be sitting on, but things get a bit out of hand when she gets assigned to be a royal guard. Men from the past, needed to stay in the past.

CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. "Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall. A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked. I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me. His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me. "Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet." My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again. He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric. I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination. "Say it," he demanded. I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back. ***************** Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is. But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is. Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away? Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision. Is it worth it?

One night, right before bedtime, she hears a fight going on right outside the usually peaceful monastery. The other girls try in a desperate attempt to get away, but with all of the guards usually patrolling long gone, they head straight outside to their deaths. Edun though, stands paralyzed in fear at the spot, by the small window just above her bed. Her eyes glued to her dead sisters. What scares her the most is that it is only one single person there, one single person caused all of that damage, just by himself. She can't see his face because of the black cloak he is wearing, but the beast of a mans massive form was radiating power. Almost as if sensing her eyes on him, he quickly turns his head her way, and with big graceful steps he starts for the door which leads straight up to the nuns dormitory. She was going to die. In what she thinks is her last moments alive , she sits on her knees, press her hands together, and do what she has been taught to do whenever she fears, Pray. She barely hears someone storming into the room, before everything turns completely black.