Queen Melanie and Princess Sarina wanted a child, and whether the circumstances were pleasant or not, the fate of hand gave them one. With the little one now clawing onto their sides, the two Royals realized why so many couples divorced after having a baby. They didn't want to be like that. They had to push through this. Together.

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"Karma..." He muttered. I looked over at him as he smiled to himself. "Is a bitch. And so are you!" I joked. Aiden glanced up at me and glared before he smashed a spoonful of ice cream onto my face, rubbing cheek to cheek, down to my chin then up to my forehead. I just sat there, paralyzed. "Try calling me that again." He joked back, leaning forward so our faces were a few inches apart. I huffed, grabbed a napkin to wipe my face off. Only to fake him out so it seemed I wasn't going to strike. But when he wasn't paying attention, I flung a spoonful of ice cream onto his face. It hit him on the nose and eye. I broke out laughing, moaning lightly as my ribs protested in pain. But it was too funny. Aiden took the ice cream in his mouth when it slid down to his lips. "Hmmm. Cookie dough." His eyes gleamed with lust and humor. "You look handsome with ice cream on your face!" I giggled, reaching over to clean it. He stayed still, obviously liking my actions as he purred again. Summer had a dream: To major in photography and travel around the world with her sister. Problem? She has an abusive father that won't give her up for the live of him. And when she meets Aiden, the leader of a pack sworn to kill rouges(which Summer and her family are) and becomes his mate, the trouble doubles. In love, what will Summer do? Stay tuned.

Book 1 in the Matched for Life Series (There are two versions of this story. The First one isn't complete and the 2nd one I'm currently writing and posting on ream) In the year 4028, the person you spent your life with was born especially for you. It wasn't by fate or a higher being. No, by the year 3073, our genetic bindings were developed in a lab for one purpose and one purpose only... A perfect breeding match. Chrissy Smith enjoyed her freedoms. Before you are born your DNA is made perfectly to suit your Match or what we humans call them...alien spouse. We know not a single detail about or Match. That is until your 21st birthday. One whole month before you're to wed and start breeding. By law, you have to accept your match. Chrissy soon learns that everything she thought to be true is a lie and the world around her is more magical and mysterious than any simple human or pet could have ever imagined. ****This is a sample.