*word of advice, if poorly written books annoy you don't read. If you do you better not complain in my comments lol* Never steal from kings. Especially the king of demons. She hadn't expected her young brothers to steal, she hadn't thought of that scenario or what she would do. So she does what she does best, put those who she loves the most above herself. "I'm sick of this. I'm sick of you!" He bellowed in my face. I took the mask off, "I just need you out of my fucking system." He says as he stalks closer to me. Our chests press together, I look at him coldly. Tears stingy my eyes and my throat tight. "Do what you have to do, my king." He rips the necklace right off my neck.

Sequel to Winter Wolf Sophia is a werewolf, daughter of Ira and Kostas, but she doesn't have a wolf. Her family is worried about her, and she knows it, but she wants to be free from their overprotective grasp and live a life of fun. When another pack arrives and Sophia finds her mate, she can't stand his over-protectiveness either. What she doesn't realize is that someone is after her and her family, which means she might need that protection, and she happens to be related to the man that wants her.

Ira was always an outcast and felt like no one loved her, that is, until something odd happens to her on a walk one day. She meets a wolf named Kostas who says he's protecting her and her world is changed after that since now someone wants her dead. Kostas is the Alpha wolf of his pack, and was beginning to feel like he would never find his mate. One day, he sees a girl, a human, and she seems to be the one for him, but a mate who's a human has never happened before. Can Ira change her life and can Kostas protect her from the man that wants to kill her? Or will Ira just ignore everything and feel alone again? Sequel to this is Without a Wolf

Darcy Andrews is a young first grade teacher. She as manly been single all of her life because of her uneasiness around men. She never really struggled in life until one of her students older brother comes to pick him up. Nick Evans is a feared Alpha of the Black Moon Pack. He went to pick up his younger brother when he smelled the most delicious smell he as ever smelled before. It smelled of a bakery full of sweets and vanilla. His mate was a school teacher and he was ready for a mate to come scrolling into his life. He has been searching high and low for her and he found her in the place he would least expect it.

It was his eyes. His eyes held me captive. They contained every emotion that I could ever think of and more. They reflected myself back onto me. My pain, my fear, my sadness. There was even a sliver of the happiness that I used to feel a long time ago. His eyes made me remember everything that had happened in my life up to this point. They also made me forget. They made me forget almost all of the things that were being reflected back at me as well, like my sadness, my fear, and my pain. They made me forget what it was like to feel hurt, to feel rejected, to feel forgotten. He kneeled down in front of me, bringing his beautiful eyes closer, so that I could see the starburst of lighter flecks decorating the iris. "Are you alright?" He asked with a voice as soft as the rain. As soft as the concern he had for a pitiful girl curled up behind the school dumpster in the rain. I couldn't speak. I was too focused on his eyes through my tear-filled gaze. "Did someone do this to you?" His voice had an edge of hardness to it now, like a diamond with a sharp edge. I could only nod. He fell silent for a few seconds, letting the swelling rain be the only sound between us, before he reached out slowly and scooped me into his arms and lifted me up easily. "Don't be afraid, okay? I just have to get you somewhere warm and dry, and I have a feeling you don't want to go back into the school." He said, starting to walk. "You're safe with me." Cover credit to @DeathStar34

Love isn't perfect. It isn't a fairytale or a story book. & it doesn't always come easy. Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on & never letting go. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, & impossible to live without. Love is work, but most of all, love is realizing that every hour, every minute, & every second was worth it because you did it together. *I was 12/13 when I wrote this, so please forgive me for poor writing, plot, and things that don't make sense*