Last of her Pack

Last of her Pack

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Heather Cygnus was no ordinary girl, with a simple past. Her past in dark, and wild. At the age of five she lost everything. Now, at 20 years old, she makes her debut of showing up to the mating trials, which are being held on her pack land. Will any man take her as a mate, from the skills she demonstrated, or will she forever be the Last of her Pack. Find out on her journey of life, in Last of her Pack **He gestured me over with a quick flick of his hand. I followed the gesture, sitting beside him on the soft bed. Mateo reached up, taking the pin out of my hair, and setting it on his bedside table. Then, he took the hair tie out of my hair, before undoing the braid. Suddenly I felt the bed dip behind me and I stiffened. But once I felt a comb going through my hair I relaxed. Mateo chuckled at my actions.**
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BOOK ONE OF THE CURSED SERIES "What's your name?" His voice was a delicate murmur in her ear. "Alice," she breathed, gasping as he nipped at her lobe. Their bodies swayed to the music, ignorant of the people around them. She was falling into the abyss of this man, of his seduction and thrall. Her stomach clenched involuntarily as he breathed her name in a throaty groan. "I like that," he murmured as he trailed his tongue down her neck, nipping at the skin at the base of her throat. Alice opened her eyes at the glaring flashing lights above them. She wanted him. Gods how she wanted him... "What's your name?" She dared to ask. Her throat was dry and parched from the heat, from the man that ground his pelvis into her ass... He chuckled, fingers trailing down her right thigh, "so responsive," he murmured as she moaned, gasping for cool air. * * * When Alice seeks out a popular club in hopes of curbing the misery that 'the one that should not be named' had caused, she most certainly didn't anticipate stumbling upon a man who would rock her world in a way that 'the one that should not be named' didn't. Nevermind the prospect of stumbling upon someone who was of another species entirely. Although, she tried to forget about that part. And let's be honest here, it's not exactly easy escaping an Alpha that claims to require Alice for his survival. But like her gramps had told her- "there's nothing like a good kick to the balls." Though, that didn't quite work in her favour a year down the line. How, do you wonder? Well, it's a damn long story to tell.

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