Mark of Mates* DISCONTINUED*

Mark of Mates* DISCONTINUED*

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Werewolfs have come out of hiding and now rule over all lands. Ever since then there have been marks on human babies classifying who they will be mates with. The position of your mate will decide your marks color and size. If they are omega your mark will be half your arm and a dusty rose color. If they are regular they will cover both arms and be the color of the run rise. If they are a beta or alpha it will cover your chest and arms with the color of sun set. Now the Alpha kings mark or any royal will cover arms,chest and back and be the color of midnight. Each year the royals will go to all lands in search of their mate, and every year I hide. I have the mark of an Alpha king. This year the king is furious because I've hidden so well but for each day this year, a poor soul will be taken and killed. I've tried to escape my fate but no one can... _____________________ Ok so this is my first book and I'm sorry the description sucks but I really hope you enjoy! Oh and the updates will be slow.
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"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes. 'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth. "Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.

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