The Wrong Blooded

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!