His Masked Match

His Masked Match

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"Where have you been?" Jace yelled, eyes dusting over with anger, worry seeping through his voice. "I just went out for a run. Promise!" I lied. It's actually getting scary how easily I can lie trough my teeth now. "I woke up to an empty bed. Your scent was fading already so you've ought to be up earlier than what you've said." He seethed. ~*~*~ Hiding her scent is what Freya does best, she had been chasing the rogue wolves away from her territory for almost two years now. Sneaking around, being stealthy, blowing things up, was totally just a piece of cake for her since then. Which is until she's met her mate. What will happen now?
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Nova disguise as a boy to enter the military school. If she is discovered as a girl, she will be kicked out. She is desperate to hide from trackers who have been following her for a dozen years. No one would think to look for her in an all-male military school. She hides among werewolves and is one of the very few nonshifters at the school. She catches the new instructor's curiosity, and her identity is threatened. He claims to be her mate, but she knows that her kind don't have a mate and desperately tries to avoid him. If he stumbles upon her true identity, she is screwed. "What are you doing?!" growls his highness, ripping the knife from my hands. It tingles as his fingers close around my wrist. Fresh blood flows from the wound, turning his hands red. Deep throaty sounds, rumbling in his chest. "You hurt yourself," he says softly, pain evident in his voice. I look up and frown. "It's just a small cut," I reply, annoyed. None of the other cadets get this kind of attention. Besides, we have to learn this to pass the exam. "Shhh, it's going to be okay," he says, pressing me close. My whole side explodes with sparks. It tickles me. "You have to stop hurt yourself. Why are you even here? How am I going to protect you here?" he asks angrily. "I don't need your protection!" I shout, pushing him away. I get an angry growl back. Quickly I grab another knife and throws it over my shoulder, hitting bulls' eye. He glares at me, and the room has gone completely silent. That's when I discover that I may have gone too far with the insanely possessive highness, even though I'm grateful for the extra lessons he gives me. Then suddenly everyone hurries out of the training area. Leaving me alone with the growling, red eyed alpha. ON HOLD *This book contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and other mature themes.* English is not my first language. Grammatical errors may occur.

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