Her Loving Demon

Her Loving Demon

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"I'm something demonic." He told me, "I will hurt you without even trying." I saw the fear in his eyes but I knew exactly how he felt. I decided to tell him why I wasn't afraid of him. "I'm just as dangerous and likely to hurt you." I said, "And yet, you're still here." With that said he did something unexpected. He pulled me into a hug. ................... Wynnona Deitrix is a hybrid, who lives in a horrible home that she literally calls Hell. When she finds her mate, she doesn't expect him to be a vampire. Let alone the leader of the most feared Coven. Adian Marcelo wasn't looking for his mate. He knew that once he found her, that his 'demonic side' as he calls it could potentially hurt her. But once he meets Wynnona, he can't help but help her.
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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