Alicorn Shifter's Alpha Mate

Alicorn Shifter's Alpha Mate

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I was an Angel, but when I was sent down to earth to study love as an Alicorn shifter I was still able to take angel form. I have not came across my love yet but have admired love from a distance. If you were wondering what my name is... It is Crystal, Crystal Heaven Heart. I have stayed in a mansion given to me when I came to earth along with an unlimited credit card. I thought I'd never find love,after 999 years on Earth I have finally found HIM!!! He Is Erik Charming, He's a werewolf. My MATE!!!
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Lunas are revered. Lunas are loved. Lunas are protected. Chosen by Alpha of the Southern River Border, Isabel is none of these. Isabel cleans herself thoroughly, meticulously, trying to get rid of the soot that covers her soul. Lars is a hybrid, a wolf shapeshifter with Waverider powers. He is quite skilled with water spells, but his core freezes when he discovers that his true mate has already been claimed by another. Lars is willing to fight for what is his to revere, love and protect. Until the ghosts appear. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "But I still have to do one thing today. Strip," he orders, and I stare at him in shock, watching him swiftly remove his jacket and t-shirt. "What? No!" I cross my arms tighter on my chest, but then instantly regret my audacity. If he's anything like his predecessor, my protest will just spur him on. "Suit yourself," he shrugs and his pants fly over the other clothes piled at his feet. Standing tall in front of me, he speaks in the low voice that effortlessly controls the minds of his wolves: "I have no intention of touching you, Isabel. But my beast fought for his mate and he will run with her tonight. Shift." ----------- This story contains mature content and triggering themes. Intended only for the 18+ readers. ~130 000 words Cover photo(s): Linda Kazares/Darius Cotoi via Unsplash.

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