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I hope that you enjoyed this story. This was one of the first full novels that I wrote. If you have you will also enjoy Across the Desk and the triology that it sparked. it is a dark romance story in which a young woman, Deanna, finds her true love and they forge a bond that not even her insane family can break. The second in the story is Weathering the Storm where their story continues. Then breaking the Eye Wall which they finally find the end of their nightmare together. WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020.

If this contract was broken, the price would be paid in blood. She felt no relief when the deal was done. Only more well concealed fear and anxiety. Amberleigh couldn’t help but think the enemy of my enemy was not a friend. It was rather another fucking enemy! And they seemed to be closing in indeed because Grayson had just laid out the fucking welcome mat. Chapter 45

Book 4 - A Queen Among Darkness (completed and coming soon to paperback) Whole Again - A Queen among Alphas spin-off (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 5 - A Queen Among Tides (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 6 - A Queen Among Gods (ongoing) COMING SOON IN THE SERIES: Book 7 - A Queen Among Tempests Runaway Empress - A Queen Among Snakes prequel Dark Vocation - A Queen Among Darkness spin-off Valor, Virtue, and Verve - A Queen Among Tides spin-off The Next Generation series titled The Royal Shadow Series Much love ADB_Stories

Our destiny is peace, but it takes death to get there. *****This is the 4th and final book in the series and all update information is available in our group on F B GoodNovel - Marie Night- Readers https://m.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000211002/Werewolf/Alpha-Heirs?shareuser=22318084&ch=apps

Book 3 in the series is being written so be on the look out August 1st Thanks again, Annie

* *The First Silence, not as a void, but as a woman weeping in the dark. The Librarian withdraws, its finger stained with my static. The Archivist studies the residue. "Interesting. You're not just a Stormbearer. You're a *palimpsest*. Layers of failures written over each other." She stands, her dress rustling like pages. "They want to shelve you. Preserve you. But I think you're more useful... *alive*." The Librarians hiss. --- **The Bargain** The Archivist snaps her fingers. The cottage dissolves, replaced by a labyrinth of towering bookshelves that stretch into infinity. Each book is a world, its spine etched with names I can't pronounce.

And just as the sounds stopped, feeling that comforting presence of the two males standing right behind me, I watched the male right in front of me raise his amber gaze past my head, raw anger and determination glinting inside those fiery gems, his tone so frighteningly calm as he said, “Well hello there...Father. May we come inside to retrieve our dear little sister?” •End of Book Two• ______________________

Onward to Rallegrad and the Lycan king. Book 3 coming soon!

I shielded my eyes against the brightness. When the light faded, I found Sorin and Alora standing face to face. Sorin's eyes were wide with shock as she looked back at her daughter before rage took over her features. Then a loud crack of thunder split through the tense silence, shaking the whole palace, and whatever Sorin was about to say was lost as her throne was set in a blaze. Blue flames engulfed the entire throne, and just as I was about to question Balthazar about his impeccably bad timing for making some ridiculous grand entrance, a remark died on my tongue as the fire vanished, revealing an extremely pissed-off Imelda instead.

Then he screams one final time and the corrupted energy detonates. The explosion is massive. Purple light consuming everything in a hundred-foot radius. When it clears, Nathan Price is gone. So are the six corrupted hybrids. Nothing left but scorched earth and silence. I collapse. Liam catches me before I hit the ground. "It's over," I whisper. "Not yet." I look up. He's staring at the southern horizon. Where another army is approaching. Larger. Faster. And at the front, unmistakable even from this distance, is Kessler.