Hi everyone! I finally got a title for book three, and it is: LUNA TO THE ALPHAS. The story starts immediately after Beth blacks out, and no, it won't be continued here on Goodnovel. To know what happens with Beth, you can become an explorer or enthusiast at Maraville.
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A: I would have, but the response is poor. In addition to that, I'm making so little from having it here. Having a community of my own gives me better access and control of my income. Ream allows me to keep 80% of whatever readers pay for my book.
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A: To support me. Two, you follow the story as I write, and you get to request for bonus scenes. I write certain scenes from a different POV based on what readers request. (Did you ever wonder why Waylen never picked Beth's call? I have a POV of that in Maraville. Do you want to know what Otis is like? I also have an Otis POV in Maraville) Three, you also receive a free digitally signed ebook copy when the book is completed, edited, and proofread. Four, you receive a customised welcome badge for being a part of the pack. Five, I would love to see you there. Six, a writer is nothing without her readers, so in the end, I still need the love of my readers.
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If you're curious about the blurb of book three, it's here. The first chapter goes live today (October 9th, 2023) and the cover is also on my social media pages, so make sure you join the Maraville to avoid missing updates. And don't forget to get your badges.
BLURB
Rules are set in place for a reason. Beth and Malik learn that the hard way when they try to break the rules that have governed his kind for years. An unconscious Beth is the last straw for Waylen. He has always disliked Malik, but right now, he loathes the man.
When Beth regains consciousness, she’s faced with hard choices. She made a deal with Waylen, and he’s not one to forget. There’s only one choice: Reject Malik.
But leaving Malik isn’t the genius solution Waylen thought it would be. As each day passes, more threats grow, the people around Beth are threatened, and she grows increasingly more depressed without her second mate’s logical voice to seduce her.
For once, the two arrogant Alphas must set aside their pride and work together to get back their woman. Will Waylen be able to do this? Or will his hate for Malik cloud his judgement?
I watched the digits on the bottom of my laptop screen. My eyes stung from staring too long, but I couldn’t look away. Time seemed to be crawling where I was concerned. 4:53 pm. Seven minutes more. My fingers drummed against my worktable. From my periphery, I spied Mr. Parker, my boss, pulling out a file from a new folder. My gaze dropped to the telephone on my desk, expecting it to ring with another request from him. It didn’t. Oh. Was he working on something new? I pulled up a new screen on my laptop to check his itinerary for the rest of October. The only unchecked item on the list was a meeting with the CEO of Sterling Corps, Indiana’s most popular weaponry dealers. I still hadn’t figured out why Mr. Parker was trying to meet up with them when the company had a dealer. But I wasn’t in the position to ask that question. My job description as an assistant required obeying the boss’ orders. The phone on my table buzzed, and Fumi's name popped on my screen. I ended the call and
The limousine pulled up in front of a giant grey building. I was closest to the window, so I rolled it down to stare in awe. There was no way anything here was affordable. Someone opened the door before I could recover. I grabbed my purse and stepped out. Becca exited through the other door. Her arm hung around my shoulders as she came to stand beside me. Her sequin dress stopped below her knee. The air was a bit chilly, but she was dressed summer style. “Alright, girls,” Becca murmured when Fumi stopped beside her. She threw her other arm around our friend’s shoulders, nudging three of us forward. “Let’s get shopping.” Her excitement was contagious. They were only tagging along, and I might end up with a dent in my account balance, but I couldn’t help giggling. A man pulled the door open for us. None of them appeared fazed by that. Younger Beth wouldn’t have batted an eye, but the older me, that had to take on more responsibilities than I bargained for, always did. The place wa
WAYLENA shrill sound jarred me awake. My eyelids snapped open. I blinked at the ceiling a few times, trying to locate the source of the unfamiliar sound. Rolling onto my side, my body met with something firm. I reached for it without looking, and a smile touched my lips when my hand connected with something soft and firm. Boobs. I was touching boobs. I scooted over to the edge of the bed and plucked the phone from the stand.The unfamiliar tune cut through the air once more. I frowned at the redhead who hadn’t stirred. Whatever the human’s name was, she had to wake up. The call seemed urgent. I yanked the cover off her, expecting her to jump or protest, but she only moaned. Spanking her cute ass earned me another moan. I laughed, walking away to grab the shorts at the foot of the bed.Inside the bathroom, I splashed some water on my face. Light brown eyes stared back at me. I didn’t need to look closely to see the specks of gold in them. Show me someone who hadn’t slept well in days,
Ian wasn’t picking up my calls. I didn’t want to panic, but what the fuck was going on? I paced my room, the phone pressed to my ear as I listened to the ringing on the other end. Before his stupid voicemail came up, I ended the call. Becca’s name flashed on my screen as I was about to redial Ian’s number. She had talked about getting freaky with Ian tonight. Given his recent withdrawal, I was down for it as long as we didn’t go too far.I sent her a text and called my boyfriend. He picked on the first ring. For the first few seconds, I was too stunned to say a word. “Beth,” he started.“Baby.” I sat on the bed, my hand placed between my legs. Emotions swelled inside me, mostly fear, and my eyes found the ceiling as tears gathered in them. “You didn’t call or text me. I missed you, baby.” “I need to tell you something.” “Are you back?” “That’s not what this is about. I need to—” “Where are you? I could come over.”“You are not listening to me, Beth. I need to tell you something.”
Lights swirled in the club, hitting my face as I tried to find my way to the bar. The only good thing Ian did was break up with me on a Friday night. I could party my sorrows away. Too bad my best friends were busy with their men to join me in this adventure. I hadn’t told them. I couldn’t tell them. Not now, not yet, not when they were thinking Ian would propose to me on his birthday. Why would he ask my best friend for my ring size if he had no plans for us? That was plain cruelty. Wickedness at its peak. Good thing I broke his key in the keyhole before leaving. He could start his new life with her by changing his locks.Again, I pushed thoughts of him out of my mind and strolled to the bar. The bartender flashed me a smile, and I leaned over, so my boobs were more visible to him. Becca would scream if she saw me right now. Fumi would probably faint. But I was in slut mode. I wanted to bring out the bad girl in me. The bad girl Ian and responsibilities tamed. My nipples strained a
The ride to his place was a blur. I didn’t recall our conversation before settling for our current destination. The car stopped, and he picked me up. My legs circled his waist, and my teeth sank into his neck, wanting more of his taste. He tasted like rich whiskey. People’s voices rang out and faded around us. If I had paid any attention, I might have noticed the unusual setting of his house. We entered the elevator, and he still wouldn’t let me down, not that I wanted him to. Once the elevator slid open and we were alone in the hallway, he became feral. He dropped me to the floor, grabbed my wrists above my head, and pinned me to the wall. I couldn’t protest when he shoved a hand into my panties and cupped my pussy. Until now, I didn’t know what I was missing. My back arched as a finger slipped into my folds. I was so slippery wet that the sound of his finger pushing in and out echoed through the walls. His lips covered mine to steal my moans and cries. When he pulled back, it
A headache woke me up, followed by the sound of running water. I pressed a pillow to my face, begging the sound to stop.Who was in my bathroom?Becca and Fumi, as crazy as they were, knew better than to walk into my room when I was asleep. My hand reached for the phone that should be on the nightstand but connected with something else.I pulled the pillow down. There was a glass of water and some pills on the stool. A stool? I didn’t have a stool by my bed. I sat up.Where the hell was I?The ache between my legs brought back some memories. I hid my face in my palms and groaned. I slept with a stranger.A stranger fucked me, and I loved it. I… I wanted more. I craved him like a drug.God. I banged the side of my head as the other memories trickled in. That bastard, Ian. Waylen made so good on his promise, though. I was done with Ian. The objects in my vision danced. But I managed to get the
WAYLENI fucked up.The first mistake was tailing Beth to the club. The second was fucking her. But the worst of all was breaking all the goddamn rules.I fucked a human in Indiana.What was I thinking? I pushed that image of her out of my mind, putting the anger of that scenario into the current situation. If I had been home, I might have been able to prevent this from happening. But it was too late.“Where were you?” I yelled at the man standing a few feet away from me.The windows and door shook from the force of my voice. Len, my wolf, was close to the surface and wasn’t as logical or forgiving as I was. I gripped the top of the chair so hard my claws sank into it.Silence followed my question, and I cocked my head slightly, giving Jaxon, the bastard assigned to watch my father, a chance to explain before I separated his head from his neck.Fear reeked off him like a foul