The King
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"Its hard being the sexiest Alpha this region has." He smirked as he pecks my bruised lips. "I have seen better!" Tyler Harris is the cocky player alpha of the Blood Moon pack of the Luna Region. He runs around with girl left and right and never care to learn their names. Who wouldn't want to sleep with the Alpha knowing he may make you his luna? That's what most girls of the tribe thinks. Through, He has a slight commitment problem, shown by his trail of broken hearts. That is until he smells her scent. Sweet berries and cream bursting into the air. Almost too sweet to be of a human. The only problem is, he is getting married in 6 months to become the Alpha King of the Luna Region. *Ring* Here comes the disaster!
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If you throw a rogue wolf into a pack, what do you get? Certainly, not a Luna. Kaia Aalish, rogue-born, must outrun the repercussions of her murderous past to become the fated Luna of Caedes, but that does not appear to be her true intention. __________________________________ "You're killing me," I moaned, tugging on his shirt which irritatingly still stood between us. He got the hint. Before I really had time to even acknowledge the sculpted muscle bound to his well-defined body, his shirt was on the floor, and his lips found mine. The kiss was in no way gentle. Lust burned at the tips of our tongues, each of them fighting for dominance over one another. His hands were just beginning to fiddle with the button of my jeans when the door was thrown open. Both of our attentions shot to the door with a now very broken doorknob. Though, that wasn't really what I was interested in. Oh, no. My mind was focused on a very real problem--that I was laying on a bed with a man I had only met maybe three hours ago while, simultaneously, staring into the dark eyes of my mate. Highest Ranking: #4 in Werewolf 6/23/17 Completed: 8/10/2020 © All Rights Reserved 2016

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