Twenty years ago she lost the ability to walk. She runs the Black Moon Pack alone and in isolation and refuses to let anyone outside of the pack see her. She doesn't want to find her mate in fear of what he, or she, may think of her disability. She almost never allows people from outside of the pack in. He is one of the twelve in the Order of the Alpha's. He gave up trying to find his mate after his long search of twelve years, traveling all over the world in serach for his pack's Luna. The one place he could never check was the Black Moon Territory, so he was certain she was there. When the rumors of the unknown leader of the Black Moon Pack letting in a small group of rogues into the territory, which is against Werewolf Laws set by the Order, raises suspicion, he eagerly volunteers to find out this pack's secrets. All Rights Reserved. Please do not copy any of the ideas in this story because they are all original. Thank you.

Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* Highest rankings: #6 in Werewolf #1 in Wolves #3 in Featured He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*

"Good, you're early. Perfect. Come with me." From the tour Don gave me yesterday I knew he was taking me to the kitchen. I guess I'm about to find out why. "Make me that wicked cup of coffee you spoke about." God, his accent. "As you wish, sir," I said with a mock British accent. "And what flavor do you prefer?" I asked, looking at the variety of International Delight creamers. "Pick the one you like." His voice was smooth and soft as he said that. I couldn't stop myself from smiling or turning around to look at him. He had his butt resting against the counter. He had his arms crossed over his chest and one foot over the other as he watched me. I felt my breathing pick up at how sexy he looked. My God. He wore high water pants, this time green, and boat shoes instead of loafers. Someway somehow he managed to pull off a leather jacket with that outfit. I don't know much about fashion but I would not even dare to put those two together. I could tell he had really broad shoulders. An image flashed through my mind. I had my hands underneath his arms and my fingernails digging into his shoulder as he backed me up against a wall and wrap my legs around his waist, fucking me hard against the wall. Jesus Christ, I hope Tommy doesn't ask me about him again because he's going to be very pissed if I tell him I imagined my boss banging me against the wall.

Abril has a secret...she's the daughter of the richest man in the county, but because of a childhood incident she decides she can't tell anyone, even her five quirky best friends. But what happens when the secret begins to get harder to keep? Especially when the one person she didn't want to know finds out, and it's not quite the reaction she was expecting from him.