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"Why are you ignoring the fact that I'm your mate?" "I don't need you.", Alpha Michael said with no emotion present in his face. I scrunched up my face trying to drown out the hurt. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. This isn't how I dreamt this out. I refused to get rejected. "You will and when you do, you know where to find me.", I said angrily as I hastily grabbed my things, trying to get out of their as fast as possible. - Annalisia was an artsy girl who had dreamt about the day she'd meet her mate since she was 4 years old. So, when Alpha Michael tries to reject her she is convinced that he will need her at some point. So he knows where to find her when he stops being stubborn.
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Original and un-edited version of my first book "The Kings Luna" In all it's grammar errors and cheesy snd boring storyline . !!Disclaimer!! This book is for entertainment purposes only and may not be copied and used by anyone or any application. The large door closed and he turned to face me. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander. He was incredibly built. Chest muscles bulging and his biceps balls of strength. His long legs were swelling with muscle. He looked like a perfect Greek statue. No, he was a perfect Greek god. He turned to me and growled. "Mate," the word left our lips in unison without even the slightest amount of effort. His eyes returned to normal color as he studied my face. Noticing my slight fear he spoke, "I'm sorry, my love," reaching over and grabbing my hand and placing a gentle kiss on my knuckles. "Tu sei la donna più Bella che abbia mai messo gli occhi su," he spoke in an unfamiliar, yet beautiful language. He kissed my hand and caressed my face. "What does that mean?" He chuckled loudly filling the room with his sexy raspy voice. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on," he answered. "What is your name my love?" "Bianca North," I spoke proudly. "Not for long," he smirked.

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