The Prodigal Wolf (completed)

The Prodigal Wolf (completed)

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•BOOK ONE of the Faerie Tale Series• Natalia is the odd one out. She has no hope of ever really finding her place within the pack, how could she when she lacks the most important thing to be a part of the pack, a wolf. So, she plans on leaving to attend the State University four hours away. She never even dared to hope that she would have a mate, for how could she recognize them without a wolf to direct her? Then, she runs into Adam. The pack's enforcer. He's been on the peripheral of her life for as long as she could remember, and she never thought much of it, until she discovers he's her mate. And he refuses to let her go. -------------------------------------------------- "I was packing yesterday," Natalia told him, a quiet dread pooling at the bottom of her stomach. "Packing?" he parroted back. She could hear her family shift awkwardly from where they stood as she nodded, "Yes, packing. I'm leaving for school tomorrow." Instantly his face filled with fury, "You are not leaving," he growled. "I have to go I-" He cut her off, "You are not leaving me, MINE." "Adam, its school, I have to go..." she trailed off as he stalked out of the room, brushing past her parents. Confused, she listened to him jog down the stairs. She slid off the bed and to her window when she heard the front door close. She fought tears as she watched him walk down the drive way, was she really going to be rejected so quickly? Her jaw dropped as she watched him wrap his arms around a small tree in her yard. His muscles contracted (and his butt cheeks) with force as he yanked the tree from where it was rooted. Shifting it so it was held in his hands, he walked to the family car, pushing the tree through the hood of the car and all of it's mechanics as easily as a knife through butter. He turned around and looked into her bedroom window daringly, "MINE!" his voice roared throughout the forest, causing a flock of birds to leave the shelter of a near by tree.
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Book completed✓ Kyle, compassionate human being tragically made beast by the one he loved most, betrayal it was. Resentment he felt, ashamed and disappointed of not being one to die rather than live the Werewolf disease. Years later, anguish of yearning to be reunited with the one person his heart thumped for. Full moon after full moon, agony of the breaking of each bone he endured. Blacking out during every shift, only waking to learn of harmful acts he'd done. Then he was presented with the chance to go back home. There he found her... His Jordan. Though it were perfect in the beginning, it took a turn for his wolf. His malicious wolf who wanted nothing than to punish Kyle and love Jordan. Still, this had not been the only problem. Kyle was wanted, by two Alphas and both banked on his love for Jordan as key to their ulterior motives. *-* He growled, stopping proved inexorable. He hadn't wanted to stop but Kyle was pounding in the back of his mind wanting so. He hadn't been disgusted, no but greatly jealous. The jealousy amused Merle. His thumb pressed on Jordan's lip prompting her to release his lips from her teeth. He stared into her eyes, and he didn't need to know what she was thinking because he felt it and oh was it strong. So quickly she became aroused for him. Her eyes glazed with want. Yearning for their hot bodies to be against each other. Wanting to explore, to know how he felt. Even though he shared Kyle's body, they did not share the same motives when it came to love making. He would make her feel things Kyle himself couldn't. Impossible, things that would be considered fictive, incredulous. She would beg for more. Oh yes, he would make her beg. But maybe another time. "If you keep staring at me like that love, I doubt we will last a second without our clothes being discarded. Then another second, you would be screaming and leaking all over me." He hummed, licking his lips. "What a wonderful thing it would be" He smirked.

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