The Wrong Blooded

The Wrong Blooded

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A werewolf/vampire novel. Her identity: "I am your father." I scoffed. "No, you're not. How's that possible. My father, you know, the one that fucked my mother, which led to me, made me. And you're not him." "You've not been listening Aurora." He chided, his words painfully low and dark as they uttered my name. It held such power and dominance that I instantly shut up, whatever comeback reply I had stuck in my throat. Swallowing heavily, I fell back to a chair and simply stared at him, waiting. He sighed, "the act of making a baby is more than science, it's pure unadulterated beautiful magic. You say I'm not your father, your father's magic made you, after he - as you so vulgarly put it, fucked your mother." He paused, his gaze arresting mine. "Is it not possible that my magic replaced his and erased every bit of his being on you, so that you're no longer his and entirely mine, blood and soul." How? Her desires. . . He stood before her, gloriously naked, his perfect body in sight for her pervert eyes to drool over. He was hot and handsome, muscular, but not in an unnatural way. His entirety oozed of raw animalistic power, enough to send the stupidest of fools scurrying away. Every bit of him screamed dominance, from the way he stood naked in front of her, confident with just about the right amount of arrogance to match the delicious smirk on his lips. He was an alpha male. A werewolf. Her gaze scanned every part of him, every bulge, every rippling muscle, going down until. . . It didn't help her lust induced mind that he was well hung either. His searing green eyes captured hers, lips curved in a captivating smirk, amused, it told her he knew exactly what she had just done to his body. She gulped. He would be her downfall. Then what she became. . . "What's happening to me?" I asked eyes wide as I struggled to breathe. "You're still a vampire Aur, the only difference is. . . now you crave the wrong blood." The Wrong Blooded!
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||-Ongoing-|| 'I hate you! I hate you! I'll never be the wife that you deserve!' 'I do not want the wife that I deserve Cassiopeia because it is you that I want.' 'Then,' she hesitated for only a moment, 'I'll never be a wife still yet yours!' she promised him. 'Say that again,' he told her in a hard angry voice, 'and face the rowen,' he dared her. Despite the threat, she climbed out of bed and went to him. She tilted her head to look challengingly at him with her sharp green tear stained eyes. 'I will never be a wife much less yours,' she repeated in a terminal raspy but rather confident voice. He stared at her for a long time, internally simmering. The tension in the bedroom thickened greatly. Silence reigned as their stare down intensified. All in the room stood in trepidation, awaiting his eppy. 'Everyone,' he ordered in a calm yet jussive voice that betrayed the extremity of his anger. 'Out!' he finished. They all festinated out, skedaddling away as quickly as they could before anyone of them suffered from transfer of aggression. And when the door closed with a small click sound behind them, he drew her to him unexpectedly. 'You are mine,' he simply told her with surety before he lipped her. --- 🌫 She knew nothing, except that she wanted out, away from him-the beast. She knew not what she wanted, especially with a damaged head and fragmented memories. But, she just knew that she wanted nothing -absolutely nothing- to do with the monster that always left her in perplexity. --- 🌫 He wasn't what she thought he was. He was what she would never dream to think. He was a part of her and she was a part of him. He would never let her go. She must be there, with him, under his spell, wrapped around his thumb lest everything would go wrong. And if it did, he was the only person who could try, mean try to put it back in place. For with her, nothing wrong could ever be right. --- #3 in Royal love #3 in Satisfying #4 in Fated lov

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