You just had to be my mate

You just had to be my mate

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My name is Violet Rose Moon. I am sixteen years old and, I'm the future ruler of my pack. I don't want a mate but it's required in order for me to become the leader of my pack. Now some might say that I'm crazy for saying that but the thing is it's harder than it seems. You see I have a hard time talking to boys. Now it's not what you think I'm far from shy but I refuse to act like some love sick pup. So can you imagine that when I meet my mate I'm automatically supposed to swoon? Yeah I don't think so. Meet Violet she's just a wolf who would prefer not finding her mate. Things will take a sudden turn when she does find him though. This is my first story so I apologize if my story description is horrid. I also promise to edit EVERYTHING once I complete the story.
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My name is Aaron Zayev. I am the current alpha of the Blood Harvest Pack. It is so named because of our brutality towards rogues. I have an especial hatred towards rogues, more so than any member of my pack; except perhaps my father Kaylem. My mother was brutally murdered by rogues who snuck onto the pack grounds. Ever since that day, my father and I were determined to make our pack the strongest, killing any rogues that found their way onto our lands. My family is strong and loving, and all our pack members are loyal to a fault. I am considered a fair and tough Alpha amongst other packs, even if I am considered young. I'm 23 with golden hair, tanned summer skin, and six foot three with a hard earned body. I've given up hope that I'll find my mate, wolves customarily finding their mate between ages 18-20. My name means great warrior of wolves, but how can that be if I don't have a mate to make me whole? My name is Cian. I don't know much about the world. I ran away from my house, since it was never my home after my mother died. My father is abusive and bad things, very bad things, were going to happen to me if I stayed. On the scariest night of my life, something happened to me. Things went from bad, to worse. Now, trapped in a cage, the only loving thing I remember are the words from my momma. She said my name meant the ancient one of silver. That I was meant for great things. What's the meaning in a name anyway? This is a male x male story! Don't like, don't read. You have been WARNED.

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