Mine to Claim

Mine to Claim

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No one knows where she was born or how she survived. No one knows if she's sane. All they know is that she's a prisoner. A prisoner who was kept bound to the walls of her cell, not to trap her in but with the fear of what she could unleash when she escaped. She's the daughter of a Seer, of a Queen, of a Witch Princess. She's a hybrid who holds the power to kill another hybrid. The one who has stayed a secret for a long time. She's a lost soul, an old soul, seeking refuge in this young body, born to seek revenge. She's the mate to the Vampire King who holds his own secrets. Secrets so deep that once revealed could either be the end of his mate or the new beginning of their forever. But everything comes at a price! Will the King choose between his species and his mate? Or will he make the same mistake that he did years ago and lose his second chance? ~~~~ Book 3 of the Alpha Series. Start date: September 2021
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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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