The King With No Crown

The King With No Crown

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture1 h 55 min
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., mai 13, 2019
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The mating ritual, held every year, was a time for werewolves to discover their mate and be blessed with a happiness that's undescribable. However, for Anastasiya Rome, all she dreamt in her life was peace. And being mated to a notorious Alpha -- who's fighting his way on reaching to become the greatest Alpha King. . . The normal life Anastasiya dreamt crumbles apart. From blood, to glory, to the finest of parties and violence like no other, pack against pack, wolf against wolf, mate against mate, a darkness is brewing in the corners of the shadows. And in a world of humans and the secrecy of werewolves, only one must wage the war. . . And win it. © SEBELIDO The King With No Crown
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Shadows

"A soulmate." He starts, his voice bounces off the wall of the empty room. "There is nothing more beautiful in the world than them, for they are the epitome of perfect. They are the part you've been searching for forever. The cynosure for each other. Made for each other, like a puzzle, complete. Their scent so beautiful you could smell it for centuries and never get tired of it." He crouches in front of my figure. Lifting his hands and places them on my face and sparks fly across my cheeks, birthing joyful butterflies in my stomach. His eyes dance down my face, and his thumbs move to trace the outline of my cold lips. How much I find myself wanting to lean closer and savor the contact. "There are our better halves, making us whole" --- King meets his Queen Both have memories that are better left untouched. But are they willing to make an exception for each other? Book #1 of the Soul series.

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