How many times did I want to kiss Josh, but didn't? How many times did I want to say something, and I didn't? How many times did he? He wanted to tell me how stupid I was. He wanted to call me annoying, and ignore me. He didn't want to be around me. He's always called the sweetest of the band, but did people really know Josh Brozessi? Did I? I was a game, and I was played with ease.

Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her? Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her. "Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King. "How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me. "Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously. "You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world. He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur. He laughed even harder. I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then? "As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated. Huh, what did he mean by that?

"You were made for me," he says while stroking my cheek. "You belong to me." He threads his fingers through my hair, then yanks my hair back making me gasp and look into his amber orbs. "But if you so much as talk to another man, I'll punish you. Then you will sit and watch me kill him. Slowly." I knew he was serious. Alpha Landyn Westman was always serious. LeeAna Harrison was 17 when she first met her mate, Landyn Westman. He was 18 and the star of the school considering he was the next alpha. Landyn has been waiting for his mate since he was a kid. She couldn't avoid him forever, and he will never let her go. WARNING: This is not a cliché werewolf story. The first ten chapters are dark. Prepare to feel mixed emotions. You have been warned. ** IF YOU ARE NOT MATURE OR A CHILD THEN DONT READ THIS STORY** Highest Rank: #1 in Werewolf

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This is it.This is the day that I leave behind the friendsthat I had worked so hard to make.The day I pack up and leave the only place I've ever lived.My HOME.The day I have to start my life over.All because I'm a ...Supernatural. Join Canie Lynne Driver on her journey of becoming a world-famous vampire.