VALERIE

He speaks as if he knows everything, he trips over his own tongue like the intelligent person he is. The lingering taste of vodka and whiskey taint his sinful chapped lips. When he walks he stumbles, he smells like nicotine and he's cold. Ice resides in his veins and heart but not even the hell like flames of hatred a...

Alpha Chase

Preface I suddenly notice I'm allowing him to carry me, and I pound of his chest, "I can walk." He ignores me and I reach down to punch him in the jewels. He swiftly catches my hand, "Nice try, princess." I growl lowly, snarling at him. He smiles, looking down fondly at me. "You'll make a fantastic Luna," he says, pri...