Never Cry Wolf

Never Cry Wolf

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"Your mine, and always will be til the day I die or so help me goddess." I hear him growl in my ear. I pull away in a heartbeat " I will never be claimed and definitely not by a monster such as yourself. "I say in a deadly calm tone. I turn my back and walk forwards to the unknown, smirking as I do so. He's a monster, she's a rouge that wants nothing more than to keep running. Malsee Stone finds herself to be the mate of the infamous alpha king. This match is one made from hell. Malsee and the King try to fight the mate pull that they feel for each other. Will they break each other's walls. Read Never Cry Wolf.
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This is a world where power and dominance stand above anything and everything else. This is a world where you don't want to run around in the dark. This is a world where love is nothing other than a meaningless word used to describe the indescribable feeling of having a Mate. This is a world where wolves are dominant and only the most powerful survive. This is the world Silas, a loner and the first full blooded wolf in history, was born into. The world where she must prove her dominance in order to survive. * * * Unbearable pain erupted through my body, almost instantly. Dizziness made the room swirl unnaturally and darkness threatened to take over. "Up," the Alpha repeated. I tried, but, once again, I was rendered immobile. Another large syringe full of the green and silver mixture was injected into my body. This process repeated, time and time again. My body could not handle it. The room spun in quick, repeating circles as darkness surged, covering everything I saw and felt with a thick, black blanket. I couldn't remember anything. Not who I was. Not where I was. Not who was with me. Not what I was supposed to be doing. But, as I lay there, unconscious, beginning to go insane with pain, I could still hear, still remember, him. I could remember the voice of someone I had met, not that long ago, that already meant the world to me. I could remember the feeling of our wolves connecting, all but the new fifth member of my body, who had led me to this dark, dangerous place. I could remember feeling, for the first time in years, what it felt like to be happy. I could remember his name. Jace. * * * I do not take credit for the picture used in the cover of this story. <ON HOLD>

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