Fallen Wolves

Fallen Wolves

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This is the story of Onyx Knight. She is a normal girl. Okay, not that normal. She is a werewolf. She is a part of a big pack in London. But she was sent to a convent school in far away Scotland, when she was 13, for reasons she didn’t know and nobody was willing to tell her. Following a painful incident involving her very own brother and friend turned foe, son of the alpha, she was very glad to leave her home and go to Scotland. But as the years pass, she realizes that there are many questions that are unanswered and these questions set a turn of events into action over which she has no control. For now, just a few weeks away from her 18th birthday, she is summoned home. Everything has changed. Her foe, Hawkscliffe Felton, is now the alpha and hell bent on revenge. Most dire and painful secrets are revealed and Onyx is expected to do more than she could ever hope to do. But everything is more complicated than it already looks. Because their Fates are involved. And Onyx soon finds out that freewill is a myth.
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"You know you can't resist me much longer." He continued to trail kisses down my neck and jaw. I bit my lip to keep a moan from escaping. "I am your mate and Alpha, I order you to not touch any male or flirt with them." "In case you have forgotten, I'm a rogue, I don't have to listen to you." The alpha growled and I couldn't stop the smirk from forming on my lips. He pushed me harder onto the wall and moved closer so every inch of our bodies were touching. It took every ounce of strength I had to stop myself from jumping him right there. He moved his hand to caress my cheek and I found myself leaning into his touch. "When I first laid my eyes on you, you were mine. If I see any male looking at you inappropriately or longer than necessary, that will be the last thing they see. You are mine and only mine. I'm not one to share what belongs to me."

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