Queen of Luna's

Queen of Luna's

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Burning. That's what I felt all over my body as I came to. When all my senses came back,I heard birds chirping above me and I was slouched against a thick tree trunk. Everything started coming back to me,how I was kidnapped and someone knocking me out. Consumed by anger I open my eyes revealing the pitch blackness looking directly at him. My mate. Glancing next to him i growl as I recognized the man who knocked me out. Noting what looked like an army of shirtless six-packed men standing a distance next to me on either side and all around me I look down to see the reason why I was burning. Symbols all forming on my body like tribal tattoos my hands open on my lap palms facing upward. My left one turning into a huge cats claw and my right,just as huge wolves claw growling ready to attack. ------------------------------------------ Shea Sanders is a typical shy but sweet 17 year old human, or that's what she thought until she found out what she was! --------------------------------
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He watched as her eyes skimmed over his dark eyes and black hair with barely a reaction. He felt his pride twinge a bit so he went further. Lifting his hands, he let the blood drip from them. Her eyes widened slightly and her chin rose. She looked at his hands then back at him. His dark eyes gleamed in a challenge. "You've not harmed me or mine, faery." She spoke out loud. "Blood does not scare me and neither do you. Keep your dog on its leash." Then she turned and calmly walked back inside. Intrigued now, he went to the window of the house and watched as she reassured her mother that the dog was gone "I'll see you tonight, reckless child." He promised softly. **** Marcus felt himself beginning to wake and struggled to stay in the dream. But it was no use. His eyes opened and he released the pillow his hand was gripping. It was the same one that she had laid her head on every night. His head went into the pillow heavily for a moment, breathing in her faint scent. He hated and treasured dreams like that with equal fervor. He rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. It had been decades since she'd been forced to break that promise. He lifted his hand and touched the ring that had been her last gift. It had been decades, but it was yesterday. ***I did not skimp on the steamy scenes so consider yourselves warned ok? There are also a few violent scenes that I'll try to remember to put a warning before so you'll have a heads up. Any of the pictures/artwork were found online so I reserve no rights to those just the story. But I do reserve all rights to the story. This story runs concurrently with "Bloody Desire" and "All Roads Lead to Rome" Awesome new book cover is courtesy of @ScarlettOlivier. She's awesome. Check her stuff out.

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