Ash and Malachai are dominant werewolves, they're also soulmates. They are two pieces of a puzzle that don't fit together, two plugs with no socket, a pair of doms with no sub. And yet, the goddess has picked them for each other and they can't deny their urges for one another. Switches are treated like folklore in the werewolf community but Ash can't ignore the flashes of submissiveness that overtake him, seemingly at random, which may just hold the key to making their soul match work for both of them. You don't need to have read any of the previous Mates & Marks stories to understand Unpredictable you it is a spin-off story and can be read as a stand-alone. Every chapter contains explicit content.

The second part in 'The Mates Trilogy' continuing straight on from 'Make Me Beg'. Markus has always taken his mate for granted, he's there for when Markus needs to unload and unwind and can be shoo'd away when he is not needed. But what if someone threatened to take him away? What if they actually did take him away? A certain charming vampire is causing the hard-headed teen alpha a head ache, but more painfully, heart ache. (CONTAINS LGBTQ CHARACTERS, EXPLICIT SCENES, BDSM)

Cassie has barely been at the academy for a day before she is bent over a desk and spanked by her alpha mate, Karliah. The name makes her spine tingle and her skin flush - and she hates it. She can barely protect her omega best friend from dominant wolves - but now she needs to protect herself from one of the strongest, her own mate. When things finally start to go right for the pair, another player enters the game and Cassie struggles with her inner wolf's inability to tell her mate from a menace. This story surrounds the relationship of Cassie, a female submissive and Karliah, a trans female, dominant alpha. It also features multiple other couples including Sam, a male submissive omega and Markus, a male dominant alpha. The first 10 chapters of Make Me Beg are very old and not as good as the later ones so I hope you can give it a chance and get to the good stuff! (CONTAINS LGBTQ CHARACTERS, EXPLICIT SCENES, BDSM)

"Everett" I called him when he paused in his tracks. I looked around and realized that we were right in the middle of a clearing. "Why did we stop here?" I enquired in bewilderment. Everett, who had his back to me, turned to face me. The hurt expression in his face didn't miss my notice even when he tried his best to conceal it from me, by giving me a small smile. "You know I love you right?" he asked me and I nodded happily. I knew my mate loves me and I love him too. He stepped forward, cupped my face in his hands and placed a light, feathery kiss on my forehead. "I'm doing this because I love you" he whispered, and then taking a step back, curled his fingers to form a tight fist. I stared at his fist and then glanced up to clash with his pacific blue eyes, "Doing what?" I prompted. Everett didn't bother replying; instead he shifted into his huge black wolf, compelling me to take a few steps back. 'Shift' he commanded through the link. I looked away not meeting his gaze because I didn't appreciate the way he commanded me. Nobody commands me. Nobody. 'I, Everett Green, Alpha of Waterwave Pack, am challenging you, Templar Green, White Wolf, for a fight'

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My name is Rolland and I grew up in an orphanage in the middle of town. I've lived here as long as I can remember. I always tried to ask why me or any of the other kids were here but the woman who ran the orphanage just answered by holding up a sign saying 'I'm busy. Go play, Rolland.' After my eighth birthday I stopped asking. Besides, I think I already knew why my parents hadn't wanted me... I was completely deaf. (This will NOT be a super perverted book, even being bxbxb. So if you are looking for that, go elsewhere, k! I'm here for the story and a bit of horror and romance mixed in!)

"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.

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