[COMPLETE] After a night filled with passion, Olivia wakes up in her hotel room alone, the man who professed to love her gone. Pregnant with his child, she moves on with her life when it is apparent that he only used her for sex. Cameron is a werewolf, a warrior of the Zhooniyaa Miskwi (Silver Blood) Pack. He doesn't care that his soulmate is a human and is over the moon when he finds her. But when an attack on his pack has him dashing out of bed, fully intent on returning to her as quickly as he can, he never anticipated nearly dying and falling into a coma. When he wakes, he doesn't remember her at all and goes about life as he normally would. Until he meets her again 5 years later. [CONTAINS 1 MATURE SCENE] --- She couldn't move. Couldn't gather air into her lungs. She stood there and stared at him as he strode across the open-concept living room to the kitchen. Her senses snapped back into place when he was a few meters away and she lifted her hand up to stop him. "What are you doing here?" "So, you do know me." Was he insane? He had to be. She pointed to the front door. "Get out." "Why should I?" he challenged. "It's an open house, isn't it?" The blood rushed to her face. "I am not falling for that trick again. Now, get out." "Are you married?" He took a step forward. She took a step back. "What?" "Have a boyfriend?" He took another step forward, his eyes holding her captive. Another step back had her bumping against the kitchen counter. "What? No." "Good. Because you're mine." --- THE CLAIM SERIES: BOOK 1: The Forgotten Claim BOOK 2: The Defiant Claim BOOK 3: The War Claim (Coming April 1, 2020)

Shanice Daniels moves New York from the Caribbean to live with her uncle after college. What will happen when she helps a bleeding man in an alley one night on her way home from work. Do you need me to call the ambulance?" I have no idea why I asked in the first place. "No." His voice was weak and his face looked pale in the light from my phone. "Well you need medical attention where will you get it." I ask panicking because I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. "My phone, pocket call Xavier." His hands starts to loosen on what I assume to be the wound. Before I knew what I was doing I slapped his very handsome face. "Stay wake, stay with me." Feeling his pockets when his closing eyes flew open. I found his phone but it was locked. "It locked." I say it has some pin and a fingerprint but the way his hands were covered in blood the pin would be best. "4528." He's says voice not even a whisper. Using my shaking hands I put in the pin and open his contacts, calling Xavier as he asked. His hands started to fall again I quickly dropped my own phone and place my hands on his to keep pressure on the wound. Read to find out what will happen next.