One dance changed everything. One kiss laid a brand. One look made her his. Invited to one of the many parties her town holds, she meets him there. They laugh, they smile, they learn of each other. That was three years ago. Now she's older, counting every day. She avoids love, men and the drinks, working to feed her sick mother. Things change when she's kidnapped and sold, bought by a woman and under the thumb of a man. But, little does she know, That it's the same man from three years ago, The man who claimed her lips in his brand. And he's not letting her go again. (So this story is when I first started writing about a year ago and I wasn't as good as I am now so bear with me! By the way I don't own any of the pics or songs in this book!)

"I will never bow to you. I don't care if you're the King of Dweebs, I will never bow to you. So keep dreaming pretty boy." I said, turning towards the door. As I was about to open the door, a hand slammed against the wood, trapping me. I turned to see him only inches from my body, his stormy grey eyes boring into my own. He growled. "You may not bow to me, princess, but you are tied to me. Like it or not, you are tied to me, not by rope or chain." He grazed his lips against my neck. "But by fate and the moon goddess." "You're delusional." I gasped, gritting my teeth as his lips brushed my earlobe. "Think about what you want. But one thing is certain." "And what is that?" "You and your friend are going to be staying here for a long, long time." ************** Werewolves and Lycans were thought to be the only other species other than humans. Oh, how wrong they were. She was different. She's sweet, loving, kind to many, and forgiving. She's also cunning, sneaky, sly, stubborn, mischievous and bows to no one so don't be fooled. Her name is Vixen. We all can guess what that means. She's an orphan, found outside a loving home with merely a note with her name, date of birth, and age. Not to mention another note, written by her birth mother. She's always getting into trouble. And this time her mischief took her a little too far when she steals something from a passerby. He is an 18-year-old Alpha werewolf. He's heartless, ruthless, cold, always gets what he wants, and is so feared that all bow to him, even other Alphas. He doesn't deal with mischief and those who give it to him pay a price. What does he do when an orange-haired girl is thrown at his feet, and instead of cowering in fear, she stares into his eyes with blades of fire? What does he do when she just so happens to be his mate?

"That one there. She's the one." She froze, her eyes bulging. "Are you sure sir? She's nothing but a runt!" "I'm very sure." He smirked, flashing pure white fangs. "She's perked my interests quite highly." ********** Grace is 16 years old, waiting in agonizing pain for the day where she's finally bought. She's spent 3 years in a pet shop, weak and in every single one, she was abused by if not the owner, the other pets. Because of this, she's become mute, never uttering a sound when she's being beaten or not. Never had she thought that she would be bought because of it, Until one fateful day. ******** Hi everyone I just wanted to let you know that I do not own any of the songs or pics. I got the pics on Chrome and the songs are from my personal playlists on Spotify juuuust FYI