Originally Titled: Forced to be His Mate Azura Parks is an outcast, hated and shunned by her entire pack. She's short, overweight, pale, shy, and wears bulky glasses, but what makes her stand out is her odd natural hair color, which is blue. She has no escape from her suffering. Even her parents are forced into keeping her comfort at a minimum. But when her pack is attacked and wiped out by an enemy pack, she is kidnapped and brought before their Alpha, only to discover that they are mates. Without a say, he forces her to become his Luna, to become his mate. And while stranded within his pack, she learns new powers that uplift a curse plagued for centuries, only to discover that her destiny lies in wait, caused by the appearance of a fearsome creature more powerful than any other mythical creature. "My name is Azura, and this...is my destiny."

They say i'm the Beauty and he's the Beast, but my life is far from a fairy tale. I thought I had everything figured out, I thought I knew what was real and what was fantasy but this trip has been anything but normal. ------- "You've dragged me to hell and back but I would do it again if I get to call you mine. We're anything but normal. A marine and a werewolf, not exactly a match made in heaven........or was it?" ~~~~~~ Completed

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014