‶Your little mate, what is she like?″ ‶She's wild, but all the best flowers are.″ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ No one has ever seen Alpha Cedric Veiler smile. He is the ancient lycan King, and the most powerful creature living on earth. His eyes are red like the devil. His face covered in nasty scars. Not to mention that he's as tall as a tree, and built like a god. Though he has his own pack to worry about, Veiler goes undercover. He poses as a college professor to scope out the enemy. When he arrives, he finds himself surrounded by something he's despised his whole life. Humans. When he runs into an itty bitty, 18 year old human girl with big doe eyes in his class, Alpha Veiler knows he's in trouble. Because no lycan has ever had a human mate, and nothing ever makes the King smile. And it seems Hendrix is the only exception to both. It's just too bad that she has daddy issues. COMPLETED ✓ Highest rankings #1 in Lycans - 9/9/19 #1 in Music - 2/15/20 #1 in Age-gap - 4/29/20 #23 in Werewolf - 2/21/20 #4 in Daddy issues - 8/15/19 #3 in Forbidden - 1/29/20

❝I think he is attracted to her. Look at this beauty. Which man wouldn't want to keep her for himself? After all, ruling alone for such a long time he must be in search of a queen.❞ He's said to be the first creation of the moon goddess. The lone wolf, Arles. The king of all wolves. An immortal. A god. They say he ruled ruthlessly. He had the power to change the inescapable destiny of man itself. She was a mortal. A troublemaker. She didn't know what she was getting into when she crossed him. ... the end chapters are available on Inkitt for free. the link is in my bio. I don't own the picture used in the cover.

"I'm a psycho at the bottom of the pack, and you're a warrior built to kill. Isn't it a weird mix?" He shrugs, a wicked grin plastered to his face. "I think it's the perfect mix." ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ *Completed * Klepto is a werewolf, an omega, and exactly as her name says. A kleptomaniac. She's a compulsive stealer. So it's not a surprise that everyone in her pack despises her for her flaw. To distract herself from the constant bullying, she sticks her nose in books, dreaming of fictional worlds. Ezra, on the other hand, is a prideful lycan warrior with a desperate need for an attitude adjustment. When his team is assigned to protect a pack in the mountains of West Virginia, he is anything but thrilled. He wants power, responsibility, respect... things that don't come with being a babysitter. It's when they arrive that Ezra spots the curvy werewolf that happens to be his soul mate. In that moment he finds his entire world shifting. Klepto is a thief, and she knows just how to steal his heart. * Rated PG-13 for mild language, abuse, some adult content * Highest rankings #1 in new adult - 6/29/19 #4 in werewolf - 3/18/19 #1 in warrior - 6/24/19 #3 in lycanthrope - 6/4/18 #52 in love - 3/18/19 #5 in mates - 4/2/19 #63 in alpha - 3/25/19

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

Two years have passed since Margo and Theo Weston escaped retribution from Saskia Rechovnik and Reed Porter. Two long years have come and gone, and the people are getting restless. The Luna's are getting restless. Brought up in a world governed by rules and hierarchy, the female shifters are hungry for their rightful place at the top of the pack. But, as with every revolution, there will be those who weaponize violence for their own agenda. If you thought the war between the Rechovnik's and the Weston's was over....you would be wrong. Come and join Margo, Theo, and all your favorite characters from across the Boundaries Series for one last epic adventure-one that will either bring back everything they lost, or destroy everything they have left. *Book 4 (final installment) in The Boundaries Series.* *Must read Enforcing Boundaries to understand* *Complete*

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The past doesn't cease to catch up with us, no matter how happy we are, and it doesn't take prisoners; it takes lives. The past doesn't keep our secrets. The past doesn't whisper; it screams. Loudly. Gemma was risking everything to cross the boundary line into one of the strongest packs on the continent. She didn't expect to come out with her life, nor did she expect to meet her mate. But Gemma's past is riddled with pain, horror, and danger. Gemma's past doesn't want to take prisoners, it wants blood. Telling your story only becomes harder when you cannot speak. And Gemma has yet to open her mouth. Book 3 in the Boundaries Series (Completed!)

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14