Fear The Fire

Fear The Fire

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Don't you remember what it was like to be afraid? Afraid of talking to your crush? Afraid of speaking your mind? Afraid of walking in the dark? We fear everything we don't know or can't explain, everything that might hurt us. We fear, and that fear sets us back from going after what we all want. . . a little adventure in our life. For Erika though, that yearn for adventure costs her the ultimate fear: fear for your life.
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Ella was the alpha's daughter. She was the supposed heir and first female Alpha of the pack after her parents failed to bear another child, but her life went sour. She was abhorred, rejected, and termed a demon by her father and entire pack after she committed a grievous crime on the day of her supposed first shift. Ella believed that meeting her mate would bring the end of her suffering, but when she was faced with her fated mate, the cursed Lycan prince who stared back at her with contempt, irritation and hatred, her last hope became bleak. She was thrown into his arms as another prey to be devoured and everyone knew it was a death sentence to be his mate. She was his third mate and next to get killed by his beast just as his curse demands. But when no one expected it, the unimaginable happened. Note from the Author. I am still learning to pen down my imaginations. This might be the worst book you'd read. You can stop reading when you get triggered and pissed to the core. Switch to my other book or leave entirely instead of commenting how bad it is. I am not proud of it. Wrote most of it when I was a growing teen tasting my ability to write. Improving nevertheless. 😘 Thanks.

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