His Wolfsbane
Sarafina
"You certainly do smell nice for a doxy,” He groaned, burying his face in my neck. "You should be mine."
I chuckled, sliding my long nails over his neck, right atop his jugular.
Hayden froze. “The fuck? Is that-“
“Wolfsbane?” I purred. “Yes it is.”
He held his breath for a minute, before gritting out in a low gravelly voice. “Who the fuck are you?”
I pulled away, still seated on his lap, grinning wolfishly. My tongue flicked out to lick my fangs before I replied. “Nova. Nova Frost.”
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At the annual Howl Gathering, eighteen year old Nova Frost finds out that she is mated to the Alpha Hayden of the Storm clan. An Alpha said to rule over the mountain regions with an ir
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