A New Sensation - Book 1

A New Sensation - Book 1

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-----------------------------------This book is not finished and is being re-written --------------------------------- "Oh, so you're part of this kidnapping posse too? I am not a possession! I have a life that I was abruptly plucked out of without my input all because of greed? Pride? I don't care but I am not anyo-" "You're not a possession. You're my mate! Why are you arguing about this?" He stalks a step closer. My body heats up more, my fingers twitch to run through his hair. My wolf is trying to push through. What the hell, who is this man? "Who the hell do you think you are? You can't go around just claiming someone as your mate as you please. You don't know me. I am not yours. Back off." His body vibrates with anger, a deep growl sends shivers down my spine. Damnit. Before I can scowl at him, he stalks over, pushing me up against the wall. My breath hitches. The most amazing feeling washes over my body. Lust. His breath fanning over my face, arms trapping me between him and the wall. His scent is engulfing my whole being, and I am struggling to think straight. "I know you feel that. I know you feel this. You were made for me. I was made for you. You are the other half of my soul. We were meant to find each other. To complete each other. To join as one. The moon goddess deemed it so. You are mine. I am not going anywhere, and neither are you." With that he fists my hair, angles my face up toward him, and smashes his lips down onto mine. Disclaimer: Book 2 is only half written and this finishes on a cliff hanger. --- Roxy was a human who falls into the world of Supernaturals. She's sassy and opinionated. And also a rare wolf, but no one knows why as she was not born a werewolf. There is a war coming, and Roxy finds herself smack bang in the middle. Everyone wants her help. But how can she know who to really trust?
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"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

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