2 years later. Drama. Cheating.sister?

**SAMPLE ONLY** Previously known as His Queen. Highest ranking : #1 in Werewolf (26/12/2015) Note : Please refer inside for the full summary. ❝Every king needs his queen.❞ Every pack has its own tradition. For the Golden Moon pack, it is no different either. Every year, every unmated male werewolf would travel around the world in order to find their other half; their soulmates. All, except for Darius King. As the 'heartless' Alpha of the Golden Moon and the blood Alpha, his is the only name that sends shivers down his enemies' spines whenever they thought about him. In his opinion, the tradition is nothing but a perfect opportunity for other packs to attack his while most of the male wolves are not around, or so he reckons. Little did he know that his decision would lead him to his mate who crashed into his territory; literally. ♛ Please do not leave any hate/self-promoting comments! Thank you! (:

Aubrey graduated college an and is headed on a good road. She's a model for wet seal , rue 21 , and other brands. August made it in the music business. Aubrey still remembering what they both had but leaving August Clueless of what happened. Well he just left it at no hard feelings. What happen when these two cross roads again? *this book contains grammatical errors, I made this a long time ago*

Highest ranking: #23 in Werewolf "I LOVE IT." -@lottiee_x "This story is so unbelievably amazing!" -@NovemberRain16 "I have become obsessed with this story!" -@xxMailbu911xx "Ah man! I want moreeeeee I'm already in love with this book!" -@GossipGirlzsx ______________________________________ What if you grew up your whole life thinking you were human? What if you lived your entire life thinking you were just an insane child that no one wanted? One day, you were just dropped off at an orphanage with not a bit of information about you, but a code tattooed to your collarbone. What exactly does that make of you? Something a little crazy, that's for sure. Between the voices in her head and the constant murderous thoughts, it didn't surprise Arden that she was moved from an orphanage to a mental hospital at just thirteen. Four years of imprisonment with some of America's most insane, getting out was like a breath of fresh air. That is until she gets caught up with a pack of wolves who's main goal in life is to kill anyone around them. It just so happens that the only thing that keeps Arden from having an extremely short-lived freedom is the interest the alpha shows toward her seeing as they are destined for one another. Growing up for Kieran, the alpha, wasn't exactly a walk in the park either, though. Being taught all his life never to grow attached and tear apart anyone who tested him, isn't exactly helpful in the situation of having a mate. Poor Arden, having to learn to love someone more feral than the most savage of rogues and slightly more insane than herself. Not to mention, the never-ending battle between pack-wolves and shredders never quite giving any of them a break. sequel to: The Alpha Calls Me Kitten ≪ Do not have to read^^ in order to thoroughly understand content ≫ © All Rights Reserved 2015

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION