Addicted to the Alpha (editing)

Addicted to the Alpha (editing)

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"Why do you stay with me? If you want to leave, then leave." He growled lowly before burying his head in my neck; his teeth grazing the sensitive skin under my ear. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I ran my hands through his soft hair, breathing in his intoxicating scent. "Because I'm addicted to you," I said shyly. ** The last thing Mia Evans expected was that her father would become ill and she would be left alone in her house in the middle of a dark forest. What she also didn't expect was that a surprise run-in with wolves in that forest would forever change her life and that one day, every decision she made would come back to haunt her. Highest Ranking: 25 in werewolf :) Copyright 2014 by @megggxo
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If you throw a rogue wolf into a pack, what do you get? Certainly, not a Luna. Kaia Aalish, rogue-born, must outrun the repercussions of her murderous past to become the fated Luna of Caedes, but that does not appear to be her true intention. __________________________________ "You're killing me," I moaned, tugging on his shirt which irritatingly still stood between us. He got the hint. Before I really had time to even acknowledge the sculpted muscle bound to his well-defined body, his shirt was on the floor, and his lips found mine. The kiss was in no way gentle. Lust burned at the tips of our tongues, each of them fighting for dominance over one another. His hands were just beginning to fiddle with the button of my jeans when the door was thrown open. Both of our attentions shot to the door with a now very broken doorknob. Though, that wasn't really what I was interested in. Oh, no. My mind was focused on a very real problem--that I was laying on a bed with a man I had only met maybe three hours ago while, simultaneously, staring into the dark eyes of my mate. Highest Ranking: #4 in Werewolf 6/23/17 Completed: 8/10/2020 © All Rights Reserved 2016

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