Rogue's and Loners

Rogue's and Loners

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"Something so fragile, must be broken down and tested too prove it's strength. The fact that you survived means you have the will too live... Somewhat," The corner's of his lips twitched, slowly but surly curving into an almost invisible smirk. His eyes held a certain ominous shine to them, it both intrigued me and scared me shitless. "Maybe i don't want too be here... I hate humans being's with a passion, that includes myself." My tone remained dull, uncaring almost. He took a step closer, his tall frame shadowing and seemingly consuming my own. "Good thing were not human then, love."
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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

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