Northern Downpour

Northern Downpour

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I wanted nothing else but for him to bend me over without taking a thing off. Have his hands go up and down my body, kisses bleeding all over my neck. I wanted to feel him everywhere, entangle my fingers in his hair, and have his dirty thoughts whispered into my ear. Then hear the buzz of his zipper being undone, my shirt being torn away from my body, pulling a gasp from me, hearing "This is going to be worth much more than that shirt..." Sierra wakes up to a find her hope for a fairy tale ending to be already taken by another. Sierra's Alpha mate already has a chosen Luna and they are preparing to start a family together. Alpha Julien is now torn between his moon and his chosen future. But what will happen when he can not decide and Sierra is forced to make decisions for her own life. And when a new male comes into the picture, will Sierra decide to pursue her Alpha or the other man? Mature language/themes! I do not own any of the artwork/photos!
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"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes. 'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth. "Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.

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