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Before Chloe could react, Caleb closed the distance between them, stealing another kiss—a kiss fueled by passion, desire, and the swirling emotions that enveloped them both. As their lips met, a surge of energy passed between them. Chloe felt a transformation begin, the ancient power within her responding to the intensity of the moment. In the embrace of Caleb's kiss, Chloe's form shifted, her senses heightened, and she fully embraced her werewolf nature. The moonlit glade became a canvas for the unrestrained emotions that coursed through Chloe. The boundaries between reality and the supernatural blurred as Caleb's touch awakened the werewolf within her. The air became charged with an electr

She walked until her feet hurt and had to stop and sit on a bench by the side of the road, completely lost and unsure of what to do next. A cold gust of wind blew, causing Emily to wrap herself tightly, feeling a sense of loneliness in her heart. She wondered, should she just say goodbye to this precious love? Should she leave the person she loved so hard to find? She didn't want to, but he was a werewolf! Could they really be together? The more Emily thought about it, the more she felt tormented, tears falling uncontrollably. Suddenly, a furry paw brushed against her leg. ". . . . . . Meow?"

— His Claws On My Neck (c) 2020 by zavieda COMPLETED Total word count: 150k Genre: Romantasy Subgenre: Werewolf, office romance This book contains adult scenes that may not be suitable for young audiences. Reader's discretion is highly advised. Grammatical errors are also incurred throughout the book, but it is constantly being proofread and revised. Readers' understanding is deeply appreciated.

she cocked her brow, her tone matter of fact. “Obviously not, but there has to be a middle ground between bed rest and insanity.” “There isn’t. That’s why bed rest sucks.” She settled into the chair beside the bed. “Want me to read to you? I found this absolutely terrible supernatural romance where the werewolf heroine falls for a vampire—” “That sounds awful.” “It’s amazingly awful. That’s the point.” She opened the book, clearing her throat dramatically. “Chapter One: The night I met Aire was the night everything changed…”

This was coming together nicely. As I watched his eyes, they seemed to sparkle, more intently than normal. His breathing sped slightly at our close proximity, his lips parted. He took a step towards me, and when I didn’t move away from him or protest, he took another, and then another, until his mouth was mere inches from mine. I couldn’t explain it. But I needed to be close to him. I leaned in to him, pressing my lips against his and wrapping my arms around his neck. My wolf suddenly perked up, and it felt like his did too. In unison, our wolves both spoke one word, a word that had us jumping apart in shock. “Mate.”

Getting married would prevent me from having the one thing I wanted most; a cure. "He likes you." I turned to Jennifer, resisting the urge to roll my eyes at the smirk playing on her lips. “You like this, don't you? I bet it was your plan all along. Bringing me here, introducing me to him. You wanted him to pick an interest in me." She didn't even have the decency to look ashamed. "And? Why is that such a bad thing?" "Are you serious?" I was livid. She sighed. "Sweetheart, you're twenty-three. Most young werewolves are married by this age. I'm not going to sit by watching an opportunity such as this pass you by. You deserve to be a Beta."

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

Lucas when he was talking with Remus. I didn't know but I asked the girls what they were reading. "Hey, I heard you guys are talking about a book? I'm just curious what the story is about?" I asked and the student named, Ashley, turned her head to face me and smiled. She was one of Vex's students. "Yes, ma'am, it's a werewolf romance fiction, it's kinda erotic but it's a wonderful story," she said and she looked sheepish saying the words erotic but seeing her eyes, I could see how excited she was to talk about the book.

Including me. Werewolves began finding their mates at eighteen. At exactly that age I'd looked into Gerad Justin's eyes and was crushed to realize he wasn't my mate. He'd probably looked into mine and thought, 'f*ck. Another one of those weirdos', not aware of the emotional turmoil going on inside me.

Levi nodded his head in understanding of father’s new revelation. “We don’t have an alpha. I am not an alpha” I reminded them, according to all myths on our kind, father Kingsley was right an alpha did have the capability of passing the gift on if that said alpha bit with intent to turn his victim. Fathers attempt to decipher the riddle was completely all wrong because they are forgetting I didn’t bite her to turn her, I bit her to mark her, to claim her as mine and only mine. And like I said I am no alpha, to be an alpha you need to have alpha blood, I’m just a plain werewolf one of a small four wolf pack.