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*** Note: My other book "Heartbreaker wife " is completed on goodnovel app. If you like possessive man and toxic marriage with lots of steaminess. Then please give my book a try. Love Pia.

Now there was some real, serious explanation he needed to give me. *** Hello Lovely People! I hope you liked the first chapter. Don't forget to leave your comments and share my book. Stay tuned since a lot is awaiting. Love, Krystal GoodNovel

She grinned at her dumbfounded look. "Oh, wow! Really?" She asked. "This is like Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory!" She whispered. Alexie laughed. This innocent luna was making her appreciate all the simple things in life. So sweet and adorable. "Hey, Bev!" She smiled at the barista. The girl was a she-wolf at the royal pack. Mated with pups. How she wished she could share the good news --she can't. Not yet. It has to come from their king. The pack and the kingdom will know soon enough.

Author’s Note: Ethan and Laura first meet in “A Hopeful Kind of Love,” also available on Goodnovel. You do not need to have read that story to enjoy this one though. Laura His hand went to the back of her neck again, pulling her into him. She gasped as his hand tangled in her hair and he tugged gently as he kissed her. She felt the pull from her scalp to between her thighs, and she whimpered.

Although non shifters do straggle in time to time, mainly it's just a bar where us supernaturals go to, to wind down. Finally making my way into the bar, it's dead silent. The pack members are looking at me, slightly baring their necks in submission. All of a sudden, I catch of one of the most delicious scents I've ever smelled before. It's a mix of cedarwood and lilacs and it smells like home. I look around with just my eyes so the others don't catch on and see the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes upon. Gorgeous long black hair, olive complex, long legs that would wrap around my waist perfectly and a toned body.

Isabella’s POV Home is something you build, not something you inherit. The morning sunlight was soft when it touched my face. Not sharp or blinding just warm. I lay still for a moment, breathing in the quiet. It felt unfamiliar in a gentle way, like waking up somewhere safe after a long journey where danger followed your every step. A quiet that didn’t demand anything from me. Mia had left early to work, but she had scribbled a note and left it by my pillow: