18+ They are in charge of protecting the werewolves of the Tribe but in return, every 18-year-old virgin must line up in the Tribal Center for one purpose:- to be the chosen offering of their 'protectors'. The whole Tribe must be present, which means I have no choice but to attend the choosing ceremony, even though it is not yet my turn. But one hell of a mix-up lands me in a white dress– the color of the offerings, and now the Alpha's eyes are on me... "Just know when the time comes, I'll be back for you." But what happens when he returns to claim me only to discover that I have found my mate? ------------- "Mate!" "Do you feel the way my heart beats for you?" ------------- What's a girl to do when she has suddenly become Their claim in every sense of the word? Do I choose, or simply be chosen?

*Steamy*A Rejection Story.“I, Austin Grey, future Alpha of the Silver Sword Pack, reject-”Her eyes momentarily shoot up to meet mine, fear swirling within them. “Wait” she holds up her hand stopping me before I could utter another word. “I’ll accept… but first...” her voice is a whisper as she hangs her head low again, refusing to look at me now. “Can you do me one favor?” ….“I want you to…”“Be your first?”******Brex, Austin's wolf, couldn't be happier when he finds his mate, but a haughty Austin makes the hasty decision to reject her. But one strange request leaves Austin rethinking everything. Now haunted by dreams of what could have been, will he realize all too late that she was just what he needed?

This Book is Temporary suspended... stay tuned for further updates. **** If you had a chance to bring back one person to life who would it be? The one you vowed to protect with your life, who died trying to save you..... or, the one you love, who caused your death? Choose wisely because sometimes, life only gives you one shot.

I reached out to wipe away the tear, but my fingers lingered on her cheek longer than they needed to and soon, my thumb was simply, yet gently, sweeping back and forth against her already dried cheek. It accidentally brushed her lip. I paused. My eyes instantly flicked from her eyes to them. Pink. Soft. Warm. I leaned in, momentarily flicking back up to notice her carefully analysing my every movement. "Don't move." I whispered. She shivered slightly in response, then her eyes slowly closed. I kissed her. ***** A story of Love, loss and power.

“is there by any chance anyone else here with you?” “My son.” “Where is he?” “He is in his room.” “How old is he?” “He is only 10.” “Oh ok....Anyone else here.” “No officer.” The officer who had for the most part been the spokesperson, stood up. “Ok Mrs. Jones, do you mind if we take a look at the balcony?” She gave them permission and they both examined the area. No other clues but an alcohol bottle that laid empty on the ground. “Could it be suicide… or simply a drunken accident?” The questioning officer quietly asked his partner. “hmm, could be.” “Ok Mrs. Jones, thank you for your time. We’ll be going now.” As the officer who had been on the left, turned to leave, he got a glimpse of Timothy starting emotionless at him through the crack of the ajar door. His partner was already out through the door and he simply followed behind him.

"I, Ryder Ajani Jordon, of the Crescent Wolf Pack, reject you" breaks the silence. Then he walks away. I'm speechless. Never in my wildest dreams had I image it playing out this way. Me? A rejected mate? I know it's possible but there's so few case documented on it, that it never occurred to me that one day that could be me. Sabrina whimpers. She's broken, I'm broken. If what they say about being a rejected mate is true, then, I'm sure, I'm as good as dead now. ***** What happens when the rejected mate is marked by a cruel playboy Alpha before she even accepts her mates rejection?