****Completed 4/23/18****
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A loud growl rumbled through me as I stepped closer towards my mate, my eyes darkening.
"You are not the Alpha, Greyson."
"Maybe I should be. You sure don't know how to handle the position."
"Get out."
Greyson's eyes shot up to meet mine, they held multiple different emotions; surprise, hurt, anger, etc.
"What?"
"Get the hell out of my office. Get. Out."
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Azul Wiinters. A 17 year old bullheaded, feisty, sarcastic, Alpha Female of the Golden Luna Pack. She has her reasons for having her guard up, starting with her parents divorce. Usually, werewolves mustn't leave their mates, but they separated after her mother discovered her Mate, having sex with another women. The Luna just couldn't take it, and ended up killing herself, later the Alpha died from the pain of his mate being gone. Azul had to take over, and she doesn't care for love anymore.
Greyson Hail, a former rogue. He too is bullheaded, he is searching for his mate. The one female that will love him unconditionally, The 19 year old stumbled into Alpha Azuls territory on accident, and was take to the dungeon. Rumor has it that Alpha Azul was a cold, feisty, hotheaded Alpha. What they didn't say? She's a female.
Chase Hart, Azul's Beta. He has been for her and by her side since day one, and he hasn't noticed until recently how Inlove he is with Azul herself. But... Greyson is her mate.. right?
One might say.. this is a trick of fate? Will this story have a happy ending?
Find out what happens in this trio!
"Goddess, you're so perfect." he breathed the words, staring up at her as she moved rhythmically up and down above him, her breasts bouncing as he gripped her hips, trying to hold back the wave that he felt building inside of him. She just looked and felt so fucking good.
"Do female wolves mark their mates?" She leaned forward as she asked the question in a low voice, sliding her arms along his chest as she shifted her position, moving her legs close together so that he was even tighter inside of her as his hands came down to grip her ass, thrusting into her from below.
"Yes." he was barely able to gasp out the word. "Not in my pack. But in many- most even- other packs."
"Why not yours?" He felt her mouth slip forward, her tongue teasing the same place he had marked on her body half an hour earlier.
"The men in our pack just haven't allowed it. It's a sign of claiming and-" her teeth grazed the spot lightly, not hard enough to break the skin, but he felt a mixture of pleasure and pain shoot through his body and he drew in a sharp breath, his head tilting back automatically as he offered her better access to the spot.
"It shows that you belong to your mate. Doesn't it? Like I belong to you?"
"Yes." He murmured, gripping her more tightly, so close to the edge he knew he'd lose control at any moment. He only hoped he could bring her to the peak of pleasure again first. He'd thought she was close. "Nova." He knew his voice sounded desperate.
"Can I mark you, Alpha?"
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When Nova stumbles into pack lands and is captured by the Blazing Moon pack she knows that she has to escape. She makes a daring escape only to be tracked down by their Alpha. But their meeting isn't at all what either or them expected. Can he convince her to stay? Or will a petite female rogue be the one to bring down one of the fiercest Alpha's on the continent?
⚠️THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT. IT IS NOT ADVISED FOR THOSE YOUNGER THAN 18