[#1 in wearwolf 6/8/17] "Come on Jenna. Just one word." He taunt. He gripped my wrist in one hand and trailed his hand down my side to my hips. His hand went under my shirt and rested on my skin that sent sparks through my body. His finger did designs over my skin while he continue to nibble on the spot of my neck. "St-" His mouth come off my skin and I felt his glaze on my face. I open my eyes and barely see any hazel in his eyes. His eyes are fighting to get back to his regular eye color but the desire from him is fighting over his body. His lips are plump and my neck burns from the air hitting my raw neck. I don't know how he manage to bite my skin from the scabs from trying to heal my wounds but he manage to do so. "Say it." His voice is deep and husky. That it sent shivers through my spin, making me close my legs tight. He breathe in and his eyes went complete black. "Say it Jenna or I won't stop what's going to happen next." His voice is so deep that I didn't think it was Alcander. I looked straight in those deep coal eyes and said, "I Jenna Knox reject Alpha Alcander as my mate." ***** Jenna Knox. She always believed her mate would be some guy in some shining armor and would take her far away from her pack and raise a perfect family. But what she didn't know was that her mate was going be some one who kills for fun. Kills other packs,And laughs at their alpha who's on the ground begging for mercy. Let's just she how she handles Alpha Alcander. [COMPLETE] [FIRST BOOK, SECOND ALPHA VALDUS] * cover by @motelflowers* *READ AT YOUR OWN RISK* *NOT EDITED!* *Mature content* *A lot of cursing* *Highest rank so far; #1*

He was aloof and calculating. A mass of muscles and sheer power. Alpha Benji had one goal; to slowly, but surely, take over the neighboring packs. He wanted to rule as the ultimate Alpha and prove that he didn't need a Luna to be a good leader. ♕♕♕ She was soft-spoken and timid. Doe eyes that could capture even an Alpha in her stare. Aria is a low-level Omega who is taken as collateral damage when her pack is overtaken by the Imperium pack. Her only priority is survival - no where in her plan did it include coming face to face with her mate.

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

The sounds he made was unbearable. It echoed in the room. These wet sounds of him sucking beneath me scorched my cheeks and my lower belly. What is this? "Stop moving so much. If you resist, it'll only hurt later." Later...what more is left of this night. *** Where a girl with speech disorder is sold off to the Barbaric leader. Out of the 3 sisters she is constantly told and thought to be the least beautiful of them all. After a war breaks out between the Roem and Ninavon empire, the King of Roem orders 1 man from each family to fight in the war. Duke Pensington, in fear of his life, selfishly sells his youngest daughter to Khael in exchange for his service to fight for his life in the war. When the war ends, surprisingly, Khael returns alive and comes to claim his wife. ♡ 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐚𝐤 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞 (change of plot) ♡ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: ꜱᴏᴏᴊɪ ᴋɪᴍ

"Light up my darkness," he murmured against her bare flesh. His fingers trailed up her arm, leaving a blazing fire beneath them. His lips pressed softly against her shoulder and her eyes fluttered closed, accepting his touch. "Let go and I'll take away all of the pain." She desperately wanted to free herself from the torture of the heat, of the shift, of the sadness, but she pushed his firm chest away from her. She yearned to finally fulfill her place among the divine. She desired to guide and protect the species. She wished to eliminate the Challengers. The longer she endured the pain, the more power she would attain to help her fulfill her responsibilities. To the men who watched her ascend, it looked as if she was interacting with thin air, but she knew he was there with her. She smiled softly at him, caressing his cheek. "My Darkness, let the pain fester within me. I crave it." * The Betrayal is a part of The Marking Trilogy and cannot be read as a stand-alone book. The Marking must be read first.* Cover by @Finding_Bria

*Completed* *Unedited* With every step he took towards me, I took one back until I hit the edge of his bed. A deep growl rumbled from his throat and I tried to make myself smaller in hopes that he would leave me alone. Being a human, I stood no chance against this beast in front of me. He would tear me apart. His muscles rippled with ease from underneath his shirt; his stance towered over me; his eyes colored with darkness; and I knew he was struggling to keep his wolf contained. "Kitten, don't act all scared. This is what you wanted, isn't it? You've always fantasized about what it would be like to be with a beast like me." His hand approached me slowly and then brushed my hip. I gasped. His teeth grazed my neck and I unconsciously leaned my head away, so he could have more room. "Answer me!" he growled. My chest furiously moved up and down as I tried to calm myself. I shook my head. "Well, Kitten, you're MINE. Whether you like it or not." From a very young age, Mae has been told by her father to stay away from werewolves. They were too rough, too dangerous for humans, but she always had a fascination with them. Damon was the Alpha of the Night Bane pack and he was exactly what Mae's father told her he would be - rough and dangerous. *Not my cover art @ Jojoesart

"What do you say," his voice begins in my ear. I feel his breath tickle my skin. I shiver. "That you and I slip out of here, hmm? We can go to the supply closet down the hall. I'm sure I can get the key." An audible gasp escapes my lips and I spin around to face him. He's close. He's so close. His blue-green eyes peer into mine, dark with an emotion that I'm not sure I've seen in a man before. I'm pressed against my desk and he's right in front of me. I can feel his minty breath fanning my lips. "Or," he starts, moving closer to me. "You could let me take you on a date." Say something, Belle! "There's not a chance in hell that I'll go out with you." I hiss. "Back away from me before I file harassment charges." I put my hands on his strong chest to push him, but he reaches out and grabs me around the ribs, his thumbs nestled under my breasts. He pulls me flush against his chest, his muscular chest pressed against mine. "Are you sure you don't want to go out with me, Rosie?" He murmurs. I feel my skin boiling in pleasure at his touch and I close my eyes, letting out a strangled breath. He smells so good. And then the bell rings, and my eyes fly open. His signature smirk is on his lips as he backs up. "Think about it, baby girl." He winks at me and saunters out of my classroom. What the hell? _____ Rosabelle Caldwell is the strictest teacher in West Valley High School. She's known for sending kids out with referrals, giving the hardest tests, and not letting people think of touching their cell phones. When Alexander Caulton walks into her class as a new teacher, trying to find his class room, she isn't expecting him to ask her out. And he is surely not expecting her to say no. Unfortunately for Rosabelle, Alexander is not one to go down without a fight. He will get Rosabelle all to himself, no matter what it takes. Warning: This story has strong language, sexual innuendos, feelings that will make your heart clench, and characters that you will want to buy on eBay.

"You wanna say that again?" he hisses, his face inches from mine, his hands on either side of my head. I can't help but notice how blue his eyes are, and how they have specks of green in them and-focus, Ali! "Yes. I think you're an arrogant asshole. I think you're a player. I think everyone here is a fool for thinking you're hot, and I think you better get the fuck away from me before I hit you in your special place." He smirks and backs up, crosses his arms. His biceps flex, and I refuse to look. "You're going to feel terrible for saying that to me one day." he walks away. "I'll never feel terrible for saying the truth." I snap. I pick my bag up from the floor. "Bastard." Ali James is your everyday nerd. She's a straight A student. She has a 4.0 GPA. Drake Parker is your everyday bad boy. He drives a motorcycle. He's a player. He's a party animal. He's the school's hottie. His target is Ali James, because she is the only girl in all of Savannah Oak High School that doesn't think he's hot. Little does she know that she's his target because he's finally grown the balls to get the girl of his dreams. The cover was made by the amazing @nerdfpiper!!! If you need a cover, send her a message!

Rosabelle and Alexander Caulton have eight kids, two nephews, and three nieces. With so many children running around, their hands are full and life is bound to be crazy. The cover was made by the amazing @rileyyyx