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My Sexy, Possessive, Controlling, and Much Older Alpha Mate by LoverOfTheMusic
LoverOfTheMusic
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He sighed loudly, and still holding me tightly, sat up. "Why did you run?" He demanded. His voice was hoarse and I could see pain in his eyes. My wolf was killing me inside. She wanted to make Declan feel better, in any way she could. I, however, was thinking the exact opposite. "Because I don't want this. Not right now." I told him honestly. His eyes grew darker. "You are never leaving my side again. Not until I know you won't run." He told me. "And I will make sure of it." Then he leaned down and started kissing my neck. I froze when I felt his teeth start to graze the spot my mark would eventually be. "Wait.... Declan!" I choked out, then I felt his teeth sink into my neck, claiming me as his. Declan had started the mating process. *Terrific cover photo created by xbleedingsouls*
I'm The Alpha by shruthii
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"I don't want you to mark me" I said quickly. "Why?" he asked me, his tone seemed calm but i knew he was far from it. "I have a commitment towards my pack" I told him, hoping he'll understand but to my astonishment his eyes were dark now and he held his palms in a tight fist. "You are my mate Templar, you belong to my pack" he said in a condescending tone. My blood boiled at the tone he was using with me. Nobody talks to me like that. Nobody. "Do not use that tone with me, Everett. You are not my Alpha, I respond to-" none, i was about to say, but had to bite my tongue to change that. I was not ready to tell him that I'm the sole White Shifter, not ready to tell him I'm The Alpha of my pack. So i lied, again.
Hunter by MADcreations
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“Fuck,” I whisper, shutting my eyes and clunking my head to the door. “Where were you going, Scar?” Ace breathes, smirking like he’s been dying to do this all morning. Might as well not lie. “I was going to hot wire your car and drive back to California, grab all my cash, fly to Europe, live there for a couple weeks, and then drink myself to death.” His smirk drops. “That’s not funny.” “Never said it was.” A quiet moment drifts through as I lazily stare at him. “You’re serious?” “Yep.” Scarlett Hunter is only 19 and has already killed 65 vampires. It's drilled into her mind that vampires are bad, and they always will be. That is, until Ace Caplin decides to enter her world via her kitchen.