Do You Believe in Destiny?
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  • Reads 2,346
  • Votes 70
  • Parts 11
  • Time 3h 20m
Ongoing, First published Apr 23, 2014
Mature
Relentlessly abused, over-worked as a slave, and no say or courage to stand up to the cruel Alpha and the pack? I mean how could I? This pack saved me from death after my former pack was attacked by rogues killing everyone. They raised me like one of their own until the Luna's death. Who could blame them, if I was the cause? If it wasn't for the Luna's dying wish I would've been dead, slaughtered even. With me becoming a slave, and a physical reminder of the tragedy I brought to this pack, life is hard and unbearable. Not until destiny decided to stand up and play its' role. Saving me from my tormentors.

This is my story.  

 (I promise this book starts cliché but it won't end up like it!!! Give me a chance and read this book it's good I swear!!!!!! Lol)  Plus this story has a lot of curse words!!
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Monster in My Bed

51 parts Complete Mature

If you throw a rogue wolf into a pack, what do you get? Certainly, not a Luna. Kaia Aalish, rogue-born, must outrun the repercussions of her murderous past to become the fated Luna of Caedes, but that does not appear to be her true intention. __________________________________ "You're killing me," I moaned, tugging on his shirt which irritatingly still stood between us. He got the hint. Before I really had time to even acknowledge the sculpted muscle bound to his well-defined body, his shirt was on the floor, and his lips found mine. The kiss was in no way gentle. Lust burned at the tips of our tongues, each of them fighting for dominance over one another. His hands were just beginning to fiddle with the button of my jeans when the door was thrown open. Both of our attentions shot to the door with a now very broken doorknob. Though, that wasn't really what I was interested in. Oh, no. My mind was focused on a very real problem--that I was laying on a bed with a man I had only met maybe three hours ago while, simultaneously, staring into the dark eyes of my mate. Highest Ranking: #4 in Werewolf 6/23/17 Completed: 8/10/2020 © All Rights Reserved 2016