His Colossal Mistake #justwriteit

His Colossal Mistake #justwriteit

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"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying 'I will try again tomorrow.'"-Mary Radmacher Adriana is raised in a high class society that is disgusted with biological anomalies. She's been mistaken for vulnerable, yet she takes on a task bigger than herself. She struggles to fight for a monster's chance. A chance to end the decade long war that started after the werewolves revealed themselves. However, the enemy has brewed a plan long before the war began. Born from a treaty between two Alphas, Sevastyan lacks the compassion to take reign; but he is the perfect mold to be a weapon. The colossal beast commands attention with his evil glare that is blemished with a scarred eye. Sacrificed to the humans, Sevastyan faces an obstacle he had never dreamed of; his mate. He refuses to let his fellow men fall to his mate's people; but how does he persuade the higher class without charm? Taken under Adriana's wing, he learns that humanity might be savable. Nevertheless, he will have to stick it out.....until Adriana is submerged in his own society. I PLAN TO EDIT THIS SPRING
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Adelaide was a happy young wolf, looking forward to the excitements of a wolf life. Their mate, their pack family, their own family. The joys of being half monster and half human. That was until the pack started whispering when her family would pass by. Some would cower in fear and some would bear their neck as if submitting to us. "We were of no power, we were hardly significant at all? Just a family of medium standing wolves in a normal pack far from anywhere of significance. Yet, we were watched, hunted, and inevitably... killed." Her voice comes cold, falls flat upon her ears not even registering the weight of her own words. Her pain long pushed away, packed in the small chest she keeps it in, never really knowing what had caused her the turmoil. His hand caressed under her chin and she regained her focus on him. He pushed at the tears she hadn't realized spilled over unto her cheeks. "Except you." "Except me, the survivor."

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