{ This book is now published on Amazon } It use to be a rare thing. Seeing a female werewolf. It was almost like their were no such thing. But now female werewolves have the same population as males. Except for Lycans. Their has only ever been two female Lycans in history. Alvery Fabre was the first ever female Lycan. She and her mate George Rosai had a daughter. Only their daughter is the most powerful werewolf on the planet. For both of her parents were Lycans. Her name is Della Rosai. The female Lycan Highest Ranking in Romance #1 Werewolf #6 Mystery #8 ~ Cover By Cookiies_and_Cream ~ { Thank You }

shayla is a beautiful werewolf shes always wanted love, someone to care for her, to be her very own, mate, no one could have him but her but when tail takes a twist alpha shayla finds her alpha will she reject him or fall in love or will he fall head over convers for her shayla shares her agventcher of finding a mate and being madly in love (please read) :D!!

"Mine." He turned around growling low. His eyes change immediately after seeing me. The blonde next to him glared down at me. "THAT'S YOUR MATE!!" My wolf was practically throwing a party in my head. I looked up at him raising an eyebrow. My mate was Daemon Wilton, the alpha of the second strongest pack, Blood Moon. Also known as the popular jock that girls throw themselves back at. He looked amazing. His hazel eyes were perfect with his warm brown hair. He just looked perfect! "Mine." I whispered back stepping closer. "No...no...no way! You're my mate?! Is this a joke? How are you qualified as a Luna?" He laughed at my face. That really hurt me, more than Emma's death hugs and that's really saying something. I walked up to Daemon until our faces were inches apart. Even if it hurt when he said that, there is no way in hell that I will just take it in and cry. "Who said I wanted to be your mate?" I narrowed my eyes at him. Pain and surprise flashed across his eyes for a moment and was immediately replaced by a cocky smirk. "Who wouldn't want to be?" He replied. Okay, apparently I have a mate with a big ego. "I don't." I smirked right back at him. Two can play at this game buddy. "Fine!" He humphed moving closer making our noses touch. Just one more centimeter and our lips would connect. "Fine." As I said that, our lips slightly touched and he started kissing me, but I pulled away quickly. Anger flashed in his eyes. "Well aren't you going to reject me? You know, cuz I'm a joke?" I rolled my eyes sarcastically but I actually wanted him to say no. My heart was breaking. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? HE'S YOUR MATE!! AND YOU WANT HIM TO REJECT YOU!?" My wolf mentally slapped me. "OUR "MATE" JUST CALLED ME A JOKE! SO SHUT UP!" I shut her off and looked at Daemon half challenging and half pleading. "Hell yea I will! Who would want a mate like you? I, Daemon Wilton, reject you, my mate, Ella Knight."

This is my story about a girl named Estrella, there's no real cussing, there might be some disgusting stuff but yeah, so technically this is about werewolves and a girl and her mate Phoenix. And I have to keep it pg 13 sry if it's confusing too. I just found my mate but noo he rejects me good thing I'm friends with some rouges.