My Werewolf King

My Werewolf King

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Rosa and Nick have been best friends since they could remember, they thought everything could be flowers and rainbows until Nickolai has been told he is to become the Vampire King, he soons finds out Rosa is his mate. Rosa is no ordinary werewolf, she is a one of a kind, she is in fact the daughter of the Moon Goddess herself. Only Rose and Lucas knows of her nature. Rosa's parents died when she was just 5 years old and Lucas brought her in and raised her as his own daughter within the Kingdom of Vampires. Being rejected once is a close to death experience but being the daughter of the Moon Goddess she barely survives being hospitalized in a coma for 3 weeks. Would she be able to survive another rejection?
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Original and un-edited version of my first book "The Kings Luna" In all it's grammar errors and cheesy snd boring storyline . !!Disclaimer!! This book is for entertainment purposes only and may not be copied and used by anyone or any application. The large door closed and he turned to face me. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander. He was incredibly built. Chest muscles bulging and his biceps balls of strength. His long legs were swelling with muscle. He looked like a perfect Greek statue. No, he was a perfect Greek god. He turned to me and growled. "Mate," the word left our lips in unison without even the slightest amount of effort. His eyes returned to normal color as he studied my face. Noticing my slight fear he spoke, "I'm sorry, my love," reaching over and grabbing my hand and placing a gentle kiss on my knuckles. "Tu sei la donna più Bella che abbia mai messo gli occhi su," he spoke in an unfamiliar, yet beautiful language. He kissed my hand and caressed my face. "What does that mean?" He chuckled loudly filling the room with his sexy raspy voice. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on," he answered. "What is your name my love?" "Bianca North," I spoke proudly. "Not for long," he smirked.

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