He Who Holds My Heart

He Who Holds My Heart

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His eyes bore right into mine with such intensity that I wanted to cower back, but I wasn't going to show him fear. This man, my mate, was a monster that fed off of fear, and because of that, I wasn't going to show it to him. "If you're asking me if I am as evil as you, then no I am not," I spoke through gritted teeth. Nathaniel's eyes flashed darker than I had ever seen them before. "You don't know a thing about me," he growled. "All I need to know is that for some reason your messed up brain thought it was okay to murder over half of my pack, including my sister and my pregnant mother. What did they do to deserve that?" I asked, hatred finally overpowering my fear. "If you think that is evil, you obviously haven't lived. There are evils out there stronger than your tiny little brain will ever be able to comprehend." He placed his hands on either side of my head and gradually leaned closer toward me as he spoke. Just as I thought his lips were going to meet mine, he pulled away and took a step back. "I thought you would have been exactly like your father, but I must have guessed wrong. You're weak and you're clueless. He at least new what side he was on." I watched him dumbfounded as he turned to walk away. What was he talking about? I gave him an answer. What more did he want? Melanie was expecting a normal eighteenth birthday party. One that she spent with her pack and no one else, but fate seemed to have other plans. To her horror the enemy pack crashes her party and starts killing everyone she holds dearest to her heart. When she notices a certain scent that could only mean one thing, she tries to run off. Her mate couldn't be an enemy! After all, her mate was the one that would eventually have to take over her pack...
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Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her? Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her. "Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King. "How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me. "Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously. "You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world. He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur. He laughed even harder. I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then? "As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated. Huh, what did he mean by that?

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