The Persistent Alpha, & Resistant Luna

The Persistent Alpha, & Resistant Luna

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Book I of the Alpha & Luna Trilogy. Nova Royale Du Val (No-vuh Roy-Ell Doo-vall) Yep, that'd be me. 19 year old girl w| an explosive ass attitude, a knack for trouble, and well.. I'm pretty damn awesome if I do say so myself. I'm not much for making, scratch that- keeping friends. Not much for being told what I can & can't do. And DEFINITELY not much for some sexy, exotic werewolf Alpha to be claiming me to be his Mate. This can't really be my fate.. Can it? Could I really adapt to this life? One full of werewolves that shouldn't even exist. And with a possessive, territorial, anger issues having Alpha.. ..I don't know. One thing I do know, is that I must decide soon. My head may be the one with the brain, but my heart has a mind of its own. If I follow it, where would it lead me?
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This is a world where power and dominance stand above anything and everything else. This is a world where you don't want to run around in the dark. This is a world where love is nothing other than a meaningless word used to describe the indescribable feeling of having a Mate. This is a world where wolves are dominant and only the most powerful survive. This is the world Silas, a loner and the first full blooded wolf in history, was born into. The world where she must prove her dominance in order to survive. * * * Unbearable pain erupted through my body, almost instantly. Dizziness made the room swirl unnaturally and darkness threatened to take over. "Up," the Alpha repeated. I tried, but, once again, I was rendered immobile. Another large syringe full of the green and silver mixture was injected into my body. This process repeated, time and time again. My body could not handle it. The room spun in quick, repeating circles as darkness surged, covering everything I saw and felt with a thick, black blanket. I couldn't remember anything. Not who I was. Not where I was. Not who was with me. Not what I was supposed to be doing. But, as I lay there, unconscious, beginning to go insane with pain, I could still hear, still remember, him. I could remember the voice of someone I had met, not that long ago, that already meant the world to me. I could remember the feeling of our wolves connecting, all but the new fifth member of my body, who had led me to this dark, dangerous place. I could remember feeling, for the first time in years, what it felt like to be happy. I could remember his name. Jace. * * * I do not take credit for the picture used in the cover of this story. <ON HOLD>

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