Alpha Werewolf is My Mate?

Alpha Werewolf is My Mate?

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My name is Mackenzie Black. Most people call me Mack for short though. I have long straight brown hair and ice blue grey eyes. I live in Florida and I am 17. I love to go on hunting trips with my dad and my best friend Riely Winter. Right now I'm on Summer break and Riely and I are both good with guns, daggers, and my favorite bow and arrow when we go hunting. I'm not gonna lie, I'm a stubborn badass who is afraid of heart break. ---- What will happen to Mackenzie's world when one hunting trip goes wrong and she and her best friend run into... Wolves. Read the story to find out! :)
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Phoenix; a badass werewolf hunter. After one mission gone wrong, her dad forces her into a temporary retirement. She unknowingly moves into the center of the Wolf Claw Pack's territory. Griffin; sexy, possessive Alpha. He met his human mate, Veronica, when a pack of his wolves brought her in for interrogation. She is his entire world, but he can tell she still hiding things from him. In the back of his mind he wonders where she learned to fight and how she accepted the werewolf world with such ease. What do these two have in common? Well, when Phoenix is taken by a certain group of werewolves, did you expect her to tell them her true identity? ---------------- "You seem to keep forgetting who you belong to." He growls, pushing me up against the pool wall. "I don't remember becoming your object." "Maybe we should change that." "You're not marking me." "Says who?" He whispers lightly in my ear, his wet hair skimming my skin. Before I can react, his lips are on mine.

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