The Alpha is My Mate? [Under Full Re-Write]
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  • Reads 8,176
  • Votes 170
  • Parts 24
  • Time 33m
Complete, First published Jul 03, 2015
Mature
⚠️I do not own the following picture used in the cover⚠️






This story is currently under a FULL re-write. I initially started this book when I was 13, and my writing has grown exponentially throughout the years. I'd really love to give this book the love and attention it deserves, as it does have some decent parts. But it needs a lot of TLC, to be seen as the beauty it truly is.  Please feel free to leave constructive criticism or suggestions, all is much appreciated. -your caring author
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Original and un-edited version of my first book "The Kings Luna" In all it's grammar errors and cheesy snd boring storyline . !!Disclaimer!! This book is for entertainment purposes only and may not be copied and used by anyone or any application. The large door closed and he turned to face me. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander. He was incredibly built. Chest muscles bulging and his biceps balls of strength. His long legs were swelling with muscle. He looked like a perfect Greek statue. No, he was a perfect Greek god. He turned to me and growled. "Mate," the word left our lips in unison without even the slightest amount of effort. His eyes returned to normal color as he studied my face. Noticing my slight fear he spoke, "I'm sorry, my love," reaching over and grabbing my hand and placing a gentle kiss on my knuckles. "Tu sei la donna più Bella che abbia mai messo gli occhi su," he spoke in an unfamiliar, yet beautiful language. He kissed my hand and caressed my face. "What does that mean?" He chuckled loudly filling the room with his sexy raspy voice. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on," he answered. "What is your name my love?" "Bianca North," I spoke proudly. "Not for long," he smirked.