~~~~ nəːd/ noun a foolish or contemptible person who lacks social skills or is boringly studious. Rude, right? That was the definition of being a nerd, according to Google anyways. I could probably write a better definition than that, but, I digress. Am I called a nerd? Yes. Do I care? No. Am I socially awkward, boring and introverted? Yes. Do I give a fuck? No. I had this mentality for a long time until the one day where being called a nerd actually hurt me. The day that I was rejected for just being smart but unfortunately boring. I got rejected for being a nerd. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WARNING: Mature content and swearing. I started this when i was like 14 so it's ready not that good... i do aim to go through it and edit it soo the characters aren't so cringe and the story makes more sense but not anytime soon!!

Sample ONLY (Published on Dreame) We all know the story of the abused girl who turned out to be the alpha's mate. The Luna. The one everyone respects. The targeted one. The one who has problems with their relationship but at the end it's all alright. The one the rogues take to bring the whole pack down. But this story isn't about her. Sure she plays an important role in it, being the bestfriend. This story is about me. I am the Luna's bestfriend. I was with her when no one was. I knew her before she took up the role of leadership. I was there when she mourned over the deaths. I am Alvina Peter Summers. The beta mate and this is my story. ------ "And you are?" I mocked him. "I am your mate." He stated, holding my gaze. "Let's change that now, shall we?" My voice uninterested and calm quite unlike my wolf who wanted nothing to do with rejecting this jerk face infront of us. "Alvina-" his voice sounded broken but threatening, "don't." Honey, should've thought of that before. "Too late. I, Alvina Peter Summers, reject you, Beta Clayton Kyle Clifford, as my mate and my post as the beta female." ----- Cover made by Unflourished. Highest rank: #1 in Werewolf

My mother hates me. The only way I, Nica can get out is if I find my mate. Little did I know it turned out i have mates. S, plural, let me break it down for you... it means more than one, twins in fact, who are heir to thrones, of the werewolf world. Soon to be kings of the of the werewolf world. I am not bragging, this is going to be hard. (This Not edited) Sequel to this book is in the making called Emerald Avalon Rain.

"Karma..." He muttered. I looked over at him as he smiled to himself. "Is a bitch. And so are you!" I joked. Aiden glanced up at me and glared before he smashed a spoonful of ice cream onto my face, rubbing cheek to cheek, down to my chin then up to my forehead. I just sat there, paralyzed. "Try calling me that again." He joked back, leaning forward so our faces were a few inches apart. I huffed, grabbed a napkin to wipe my face off. Only to fake him out so it seemed I wasn't going to strike. But when he wasn't paying attention, I flung a spoonful of ice cream onto his face. It hit him on the nose and eye. I broke out laughing, moaning lightly as my ribs protested in pain. But it was too funny. Aiden took the ice cream in his mouth when it slid down to his lips. "Hmmm. Cookie dough." His eyes gleamed with lust and humor. "You look handsome with ice cream on your face!" I giggled, reaching over to clean it. He stayed still, obviously liking my actions as he purred again. Summer had a dream: To major in photography and travel around the world with her sister. Problem? She has an abusive father that won't give her up for the live of him. And when she meets Aiden, the leader of a pack sworn to kill rouges(which Summer and her family are) and becomes his mate, the trouble doubles. In love, what will Summer do? Stay tuned.