"Maybe you should think this through!" Jacob told me following me up the stairs. I shook my head. "What is there to think about?" I asked. I went up to our bedroom and sat down on the bed and ran my fingers through my hair. "Well do you really think this is the best idea?" Jacob asked standing in front of me. I looked up at him. "What else is there to do? We have to do this," I told him. Jacob sighed and sat beside me rubbing my back. "Then we'll do it together, Astrid," he said placing a hand on my stomach that was just starting to bulge, "All of us." ~SEQUEL TO THE SHE ALPHA~

"I don't want anyone else to have you, Astrid," he said as he reached up and brushed my cheek with his fingertips. Electricity shot through me every time. "Jacob," I sighed leaning my face into his hand. He shook his head. "No, you're mine," he growled then pressed his lips against mine forcefully. He didn't want to let me go. "Jacob," I said after breaking the kiss,"I have to do this. My family could still be alive." He shook his head,"I can't have you get hurt, you're my Lu-" I put my finger up to his lips. "I'm also an Alpha," I said with a smile.

Do you know how it feels to be beaten, left behind? Well, Astrid Wheeler does, and she hates it. She's tired of being used as a pathetic punching bag by her abusive adopted father, Matt. So, she makes her decision. She runs. She runs for hours, until she's positive he's gone, and finds herself deep in a forest. She can't take it, so she later passes out, only to be found by her savior. Asher Rales, Alpha of his pack. His hard demeanor has everyone thinking he'll never find a mate, but he soon proves them wrong. He finds a small, battered girl passed out on the forest floor, and instantly feels the strong connection flowing through him. He saves her, and plans to win her heart. After all, she is his mate.

"I, Alpha Asher Reed, reject you as my mate and Luna." He didn't blink. He didn't show a spark of remorse. He just walked away. ******************************************************************************** Asher Reed. The 19-year old alpha. Like the meaning of his name, he is lucky. Lucky that the Moon Goddess blessed him with a kind, caring mate. But he rejects her. He rejected a Princess. Genevieve (Eve) Burke. Princess of the werewolves. At 18 years old, she is preparing to rule the werewolves as their queen. But she needs a king. Another ruler. Her mate. Can Eve survive without her mate? HIGHEST RANKING: Werewolf #1 WARNING: Book contains violence and a lot of strong language

"I don't want you to mark me" I said quickly. "Why?" he asked me, his tone seemed calm but i knew he was far from it. "I have a commitment towards my pack" I told him, hoping he'll understand but to my astonishment his eyes were dark now and he held his palms in a tight fist. "You are my mate Templar, you belong to my pack" he said in a condescending tone. My blood boiled at the tone he was using with me. Nobody talks to me like that. Nobody. "Do not use that tone with me, Everett. You are not my Alpha, I respond to-" none, i was about to say, but had to bite my tongue to change that. I was not ready to tell him that I'm the sole White Shifter, not ready to tell him I'm The Alpha of my pack. So i lied, again.

I looked out onto the open field where the dawn's beaming light stretched across it. The grass was sprinkled with fresh dew that felt nice against my ankles. My opponents stepped through from the forest and stared me dead in the eye. I glanced back at my group. We might not be as large as them, and we could die but that didn't stop me from doing what's right. I looked back at the large pack and glared. This was it, this could be my official death. I let out a growl then shifted into my Wolf. I charge forward, my canines ready to bite. ~3RD BOOK IN THE SHE ALPHA SERIES~

Haven Mathie's life unexpectedly changes when she shifts into a wolf on her seventeenth birthday. Raised as a human, by humans, neither Haven nor her parents understand what's happening to her. Forced to leave her home, Haven travels across the country to Astoria to live with her Aunt. What she finds is a kind friend, an arrogant Alpha male, a pack of werewolves and a world of trouble. While Haven learns to navigate her new life, a dangerous threat and an old prophecy are revealed jeopardizing her and her pack's safety. Haven must learn to accept her mate's protection, and her own feelings, in order to overcome her enemies.

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION