The Alpha's Melded Mate

Neal stepped forward, he reached out a hand, tracing every inch of bare skin. My body flamed with his touch.

He placed one hand over my heart. It pounded in my chest like it was trying to burst free into Neal's intense, sensual touch. It knew exactly where we belonged, right there with Neal.

"Cynthia, there was never any choice, it was always you." He closed the last bit of space that remained between us, our lips pressed together, mouths mingling. His tongue slide inside mine, exploring while I explored his.

With one swift motion, Neal brought us together until it was impossible to tell where I ended and Neal began.

I moaned into his mouth, my nails diffing into the back of his shoulders. My stomach flipped and a need started to grow deep inside me.
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Cynthia has never been one with her pack. Her maternal bloodline had been long-standing Beta's in the Oak Creek pack until her mother made a near fatal error, falling in love with a man from the outside.

Cynthia knew nothing of her father, she didn't even know what he looked like. All pictures had been destroyed, and so had he. She wanted nothing more than to leave, but she stayed for her mother who stayed for goddess knows what reason.

That wasn't the only reason Cynthia was ostracized by her pack though, it was because unlike anyone else, Cynthia's goddess given wolf abilities had never manifested fully like they were supposed to. Instead, her father's abilities ran through her veins, overpowering the animal inside.

But what happens when Cynthia discovers that there is enough wolf in her to grant her that same connection werewolves seek? What happens when she discovers there's a mate out there for her too, and that it just so happens to be the Alpha's son?