6 books
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1. The Broken Wolf
"I’m not even a real wolf. I saw you in the window and thought my family would have told you. I… I’m so sorry.” I say as my chest begins to hurt and I can barely breathe. “You are a real wolf, though. It’s in your scent. My wolf is sure of it.” “I’m not, though. I don’t have a wolf. I’ve never shifted, I’m not built as muscular. If anything happens to me, I can’t save myself. I’ll just be a huge liability.” “No” he snaps at me and I can see a flash of anger in his eyes. “You are NOT a liability. You’re my mate. The Goddess made you for me.” “The Goddess didn’t make me for anyone, Seth. No one wants me.” I say as my voice begins to waiver. This isn’t going how I thought. I never dreamed I’d have to convince my mate I wasn’t good enough. But this man just keeps surprising me as he grabs me and pulls me onto his lap. “There are people who DO want you, Molly. I want you. Your parents adopted you- they wanted you. Your brother always wanted you. He never stopped talking about you during training. You’re different Molly, but that doesn’t mean you’re not enough and that you’re not wanted.” he tells me as he just holds me on his lap. "I want you."
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2. Bonded
“Relax,” he tells me. “I’m never letting you go.” I nod, but I still feel a little scared and wrap my arms around his neck to help hold myself up. We stay like that, enjoying the closeness between us and the cool water on our skin. “Celeste,” he says, looking around us to make sure no one will hear. “I still don’t want to tell the pack that you’ve already shifted.” “I thought you said it would be alright once I started training.” “I did, but the more I think about it, the more I worry about the danger it could bring. I just want to keep you as safe as I can.” I sigh, feeling disappointed. “People think that you’re just using me. Keeping me around to breed.” “People can think what they want, as long as it keeps you safe.” “You holding me in the water isn’t going to help the rumors, you know.” He nods, but he doesn’t say anything for a moment as he leans forward, placing his head on my shoulder and breathes in my scent. “What if you are my second chance mate?” he asks, and I’m shocked to hear him say it. “What if you just can’t smell that I’m your mate until the moon at your 18th birthday?” “And what if you’re not?” It's a thought that has, and will probably continue to weigh heavily on my mind. He sighs, lifting his head to look into my eyes and pulling me completely against him. “I’m becoming very fond of you, Celeste. I tried not to, truly, but it's impossible. You're too delightful to be around.” “I’m very fond of you, too, David,” I whisper, afraid of my own words. “Do you think it’s possible that you’re really my mate? Willow thinks I should be able to scent my mate now, even though I'm not of age.” “I don’t know, but I find myself hoping more and more each day that we are,” he says softly to me, causing butterflies to form in my stomach. ----------- After her family is murdered, Celeste is forced to flee to another pack for safety. The new Alpha finds himself in need of a Luna and Celeste steps into the role. Though they attempt to resist, the bond between Alpha and Luna pulls them together, leaving them hopeful that they will find each other as mates on her 18th birthday as they slowly fall in love. Will a mate appear? And if he does, will she choose her true mate instead of the man she loves?
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3. La Loba Rota
—No soy ni siquiera una loba real. Te vi en la ventana y pensé que mi familia te lo habría dicho. Lo… lo siento mucho— digo mientras mi pecho comienza a doler y apenas puedo respirar. —Aunque no lo creas, eres una loba real. Está en tu esencia. Mi lobo está seguro de ello. —No lo soy, en realidad. No tengo un lobo. Nunca he cambiado de forma, no estoy tan musculosa. Si algo me sucede, no puedo salvarme a mí misma. Solo sería una gran carga. —No— me interrumpe bruscamente y puedo ver un destello de ira en sus ojos —. Tú NO eres una carga. Eres mi pareja. La Diosa te hizo para mí. —La Diosa no me hizo para nadie, Seth. Nadie me quiere— digo mientras mi voz comienza a temblar. Esto no va como pensaba. Nunca imaginé que tendría que convencer a mi pareja de que no soy lo suficientemente buena. Pero este hombre sigue sorprendiéndome mientras me agarra y me sienta en su regazo. —Hay personas que TE quieren, Molly. Yo te quiero. Tus padres te adoptaron, te querían. Tu hermano siempre te quiso. Nunca dejó de hablar de ti durante el entrenamiento. Eres diferente, Molly, pero eso no significa que no seas suficiente y que no seas deseada— me dice mientras me abraza en su regazo —. Yo te quiero.
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4. O Lobo Quebrado
"Eu nem sou um lobo de verdade. Eu te vi na janela e pensei que minha família já tinha te contado. Eu… Eu sinto muito", digo enquanto meu peito começa a doer e m*l consigo respirar. "Você é um lobo de verdade, no entanto. Isso está no seu cheiro. Meu lobo tem certeza disso." "Mas não sou. Eu não tenho um lobo. Nunca me transformei, não sou musculosa. Se algo acontecer comigo, não consigo me salvar. Serei apenas um grande fardo." "Não", ele diz com raiva em seus olhos. "Você NÃO é um fardo. Você é minha companheira. A deusa te fez para mim." "A deusa não me fez para ninguém, Seth. Ninguém me quer", digo enquanto minha voz começa a vacilar. Isso não está indo como eu pensava. Nunca imaginei que teria que convencer meu companheiro de que eu não era suficiente, mas esse homem continua me surpreendendo enquanto ele me agarra e me puxa para o colo dele. "Há pessoas que TE querem, Molly. Eu te quero. Seus pais te adotaram, eles te queriam. Seu irmão sempre te quis. Ele nunca parou de falar de você durante o treinamento. Você é diferente, Molly, mas isso não significa que você não é suficiente e não é desejada", ele me diz enquanto apenas me segura em seu colo. "Eu te quero."
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5. The Broken Wolf: Secrets Within
As I crack the door I can see a very pregnant Molly sitting in the floor with them, handing them toys and smiling. Andrew is holding a toy rattle that he’s shaking around, a giant smile on his face as Cora tries to place a triangle shaped block into a hole on a box. I try to be as quiet as possible as I sneak in, closing the door softly behind me, but my favorite girl spots me. “Dada!” Cora exclaims, tossing her toy aside and crawling over to me. I reach down and lift her into my arms, walking over to sit in the floor next to my mate. I place Cora on one leg and reach over, lifting Andrew and placing him on my other leg. I wrap my arms around them and pull them tight to my chest, inhaling their scents. My grandmother is right, I’m going to screw it all up. I just hope they can forgive me for any mistakes. -------------------------- A sequel to "The Broken Wolf". Follow Molly and Seth in an action packed adventure through parenthood and their roles leading the Kingdom.
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6. My Beloved Wolf
The woman had said he needed me, but where is he? I feel an overwhelming sense of dread come over me and I quickly put my boots on and walk outside. Perhaps he’s in the outbuilding. I walk towards it, looking around the area as best I can. Thankfully, it’s a full moon, so there’s a bit of light. “Anders?” I call, but he doesn’t respond. I walk around, looking for any sign when, behind our house, I see a small trail that’s recently been worn down. I follow it into the dark woods, looking around for him. “Anders?” I call, going deeper into the woods. I come upon a large rock and notice something on it. As I get closer, I can see boots on the ground and, sitting on top of the rock, are clothes. I lift one of the shoes. These are his, I’m sure of it. Maybe there’s water nearby, and he’s decided to bathe, but why would he bathe outside in the middle of the night? He put a tub inside our home for that. “Anders,” I call again, placing the boot back on the ground. The night air is biting, and he’s out here with no clothes on. My worry grows. Something is wrong, I’m certain, but I can't put my finger on it. I walk a bit farther, and the path becomes less clear as I follow where it looks like only one has been before me, but I don’t see his footprints. I wouldn’t find footprints, though, since he doesn’t have his shoes on, I try to reason with myself. “Anders.” I hear a crack of a branch behind me, and I turn quickly, looking for what caused it, but I don’t see anything at all. I do, however, hear the slightest breath, followed by a low growl. “Anders?” I say softly as I’m knocked to the ground harshly. Laying on my back, I look up and find myself underneath a large wolf, its white and black fur blowing in the wind as its black eyes look down at me, and he growls. “Anders,” I say and my voice cracks from fear. I’m sure he didn’t hear me. The wolf takes a breath, sniffs me, and I swear, his black eyes turn the exact same shade of blue as my brand new husband's.
