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Francis is a rogue. Confident, strong and sassy, she is used to living a secluded and quiet life. Happy to remain in the shadows without a threat from males as she was unmated.

She wakes up in a strange place with a male claiming to be her mate at the worst possible time, her heat. He had tracked her scent through the forest to her sanctuary and took her for himself back to his home. Only his home is not a house, it is a castle. And the wolf who took her was not a normal wolf, he was the King of all Werewolves.

This is my first attempt at writing anything and so any constructive advice is welcome. I will try to be regular with my updates. Thank you for reading my story and I hope you enjoy. Just a note, this is going to contain some mature content.