Geralt of Rivea. Butcher of blaviken White Wolf. Witcher. He's had many names over the years. In this tale, he comes to the aid of a local village who believes a monster plagues the wood that sorround them. They ask Geralt to dispatch of this monster. He obliges. It is here he meets a young lass who, unlike the others, does not seem to fear or hate him. Alieena does not hate. Anyone. She is incapable of that emotion. Geralt of Rivia is no exception. She finds herself drawn to the Witcher, despite the warnings that Witcher's don't have the capility to feel. (I claim no rights over the Witcher or it's characters. This is a work of fiction.)

*BOOK TWO* (Can he read as standalone) **THIS BOOK IS FULLY PUBLISHED NOW ON AMAZON. FIFTEEN CHAPTERS FROM THE END OF THIS BOOK HAVE BEEN REMOVED!! ** ••• Mara always assumed her mate would be a man from her own Pack. A good man. Not a sadistic, sinful Alpha named Kaden. Alpha Kaden. He's a man of riddles and cryptic puzzles. His identity is one of them. His touch, another. And what he loves most in this world, is a game. And one night, he steals Mara from her bed, and makes her a player. When escaping his riddles means punishment, Mara finds herself questioning what is real, and what is not. But that all changes, when Mara discovers the truth behind his touch... ••• *Book Two in the Alpha series* (Not necessary to read the first book Alpha Landon -Available on my profile.) *mature themes and language* (I am part of Wattpad Futures, so you will see ads)

She hoped he couldn't see the fear swirling deep within her. She didn't want to let him see her fear. She had to be strong. Then her fear was replaced with anger. Why would she be afraid of his reaction? Of him? She didn't do anything wrong in the first place. She was on the run, and if someone captures you, you try to escape. Rule number one. If someone should have the right to be angered, it should be her. She squinted her eyes and shot daggers to his. At her glare his smirk disappeared. With three big steps he was right in front of her, grabbing her throat and pushing her up against the tree behind her. She didn't see it coming and she couldn't breathe for a moment. Her hands grasped his forearm in panic, causing the chains to clatter loudly, but he already lessened his grip on her throat so she could take some air. Her heart was beating way faster then normal, but at least it was a sign she was still alive. His grip was more rough than painful, but she was not mistaken. He could snap her neck in a second if he'd want to. He must have had another plan for her, cause he didn't. Her eyes snapped back to his when he brought his head closer. "Listen to me, little one." His voice was surprisingly soft, yet demanding her attention. "You are mine now. Never, ever run away from me again, or you will pay the price." Highest ranking #15 in dominance.

When the war started. We helped. We fought. Soon the humans were gone. Wiped out by us. But not before making a weapon that doomed us long after they disappeared. They invented 'Pithrax'. It killed most of us. The few that survived were hunted down, taken control of, passed around like property. Now we run, hiding in the shadows, the idea of getting caught is our own real nightmare. They took my Mum. They stole my sister. Now I run alone. I am Cecil. And I'm the last female. ****************** *WARNING: this story is based on a very animalistic future. The characters in this book are more wolf than human and act as such. This is an EROTIC SHIFTER WHY CHOOSE NOVEL. So it has; mature, sexual, dark elementals and language*