Matchmaker

Matchmaker

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"There's nothing really special about my title, Matchmaker. It just means that I have an inherent ability to see some sort of blood red pulsating cord around those destined to be mates. I kept this ability of mine hidden the moment I realized that I was the only one among the werewolves to have such unusual insight. I was quick to use this gift of mine for profit against other rogues as soon as I left my pack. Even with my ability, I prefer not to meet my mate just yet for personal reasons. But I guess even I can't control what only I can see..." *Please enjoy my own take own soulmates using a blend of commonly known western 'Werewolf' legend and commonly known east Asian 'Red String of Fate' folklore.* **Warning! Violence! Language! And all those no-no-stuffs!**
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-sample- "Answer my question and I would more than love to continue." I find myself nodding frantically and his chuckle echoes in his body. "Use your words." I find myself blushing again but I say nothing. He pulls a breath away from me. When I continue to say nothing he leans back down, briefly brushing his lips over mine with no pressure behind it. His hand on the base of my neck moves up slightly, tilting my head back to his side so my neck is to him. His fingertips brushing over my skin sends a large wave of tingles through me and I can't suppress the shudder that leaves me. He brushes his nose against my neck and I tighten my fisted hand to a point of pain. His hand on my waist quickly goes to my fisted knuckles and smooths them out onto his chest once again. "Can you feel how fast my heart beats for you, Celeste?" It is much faster now. "It's because it belongs to you. All of me? Belongs to you." ~ Finding herself suddenly alone and injured, Celeste finds herself on the grounds of one of the largest packs in the country. Scared of what will become of herself, she never expected to meet her mate and she definitely didn't expect him to be the Alpha of the pack. Xavier always longed to meet his mate, longed to complete his family. And when she, a rogue and a runt, ends up on his pack lands, he vows to protect and love her. Only how can he protect her when mysteriously scentless rogues are attacking more packs every day? When an old enemy of Celeste's makes an appearance in plain sight? When every sign of danger seems to be pointed in Celeste's direction? ~ #3 in Werewolf #5 in dark fantasy #39 in Supernatural #25 in fantasy-romance #1 in rewrite #6 in new adult 💛 this story is exclusively on Good Novel💛 (rewrite of ILR)

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