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Not Your Average Mate
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Ongoing, First published Feb 01, 2013
Billie-Jean O’Conner is a werewolf.

Not only that, but she’s the alpha’s daughter and next in line to take over her pack. She tends to be cocky and blunt, but she’s also fun-loving and quirky. She sometimes lets her emotions get the best of her, but she does her best to stay out of trouble.

Mates weren’t a topic she avoided, but they aren’t something she obsessed over, either. She feels neutral toward the whole “mate” thing. When it’s time for her and her mate to meet, it’ll happen. That’s how she views it.

But what happens when she does meet her mate? When she discovers that he’s far more than what he claims to be? When she finds out that the chances of them being together are minimal because of his past and what he is. And he doesn’t want to put her in danger.

Will Billie ignore her responsibilities to be with her mate, or will she let him go and not look back?
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