*Completed* *Unedited* With every step he took towards me, I took one back until I hit the edge of his bed. A deep growl rumbled from his throat and I tried to make myself smaller in hopes that he would leave me alone. Being a human, I stood no chance against this beast in front of me. He would tear me apart. His muscles rippled with ease from underneath his shirt; his stance towered over me; his eyes colored with darkness; and I knew he was struggling to keep his wolf contained. "Kitten, don't act all scared. This is what you wanted, isn't it? You've always fantasized about what it would be like to be with a beast like me." His hand approached me slowly and then brushed my hip. I gasped. His teeth grazed my neck and I unconsciously leaned my head away, so he could have more room. "Answer me!" he growled. My chest furiously moved up and down as I tried to calm myself. I shook my head. "Well, Kitten, you're MINE. Whether you like it or not." From a very young age, Mae has been told by her father to stay away from werewolves. They were too rough, too dangerous for humans, but she always had a fascination with them. Damon was the Alpha of the Night Bane pack and he was exactly what Mae's father told her he would be - rough and dangerous. *Not my cover art @ Jojoesart

He said he loved her and promised to stay faithful. Well that promise is long gone coming home every night reeking a new smell of perfume as well as hickeys full on display. His wife drowning her sorrows in drinking trying to forget. What happens when his wife finally comes to her senses and demands a divorce only to be met with a husband who claims he still loves her and will do anything to fix their broken marriage? Yes, this is cliche, yes you will get angry. But, I can't promise a happy ending. ・c o m p l e t e d ・ ✎ Editing

Colin Byrd searched unsuccessfully for his mate for many years. When he could not find her, his wolf took complete control and he became a rogue. He's wild, untamable, and starving. Faye Anders was not prepared for the wolf that showed up at her cabin, half-starved and staggering. She was definitely not prepared for said wolf to turn into a man on her bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. The starving Wolf-man is her mate. Set in the wilds of Alaska, Under an Alaskan Moon tells the story of two mates on their journey to love and acceptance. Thank you for reading! Sincerely, Scarlett McLeod Hi guys! Under an Alaskan Moon has been published on amazon. Thank you for such an incredible journey. From here on out, only part of Under an Alaskan Moon will be available on wattpad. If you guys could check me out on good reads and leave a review, I would greatly appreciate it. Or if you would like to find me on Amazon simply search my name (Scarlett McLeod), or search Under an Alaskan Moon. Happy hunting my little shapeshifters!

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.