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~The End~ Thank you all for reading, The Wolf Without a Name—Book 1 in the series. A paperback of this novel can be found on A****n with a beautiful cover you have to see. Book 2—Alpha Christian—will be coming soon to A****n, edited version. Want to read more books written by me? Visit my F******k page @ A.K.Knight or my I*******m account @athan941 to see my other werewolf/romance novels. Make sure to follow and like my social media accounts to be informed when Book 2 is available in both paperback and hardcopy.

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"I wouldn't say a war; you're so dramatic. Listen, as far as we've found out, they're relatively new to this area. If we show them our strength now, they'd back the hell off and find somewhere else to terrorize. I can tell you now, there's no amount of words in any language that would dissuade these people from their course. They're murderers Shane, you know this." I took a quick peek from beneath my lashes to see if he was listening to me. His face was stone cold and the look in his eyes was just a bit frightening. I was beginning to wonder if maybe I had gone too far this time, but all he did was pat my butt, kiss my forehead, and set me on my feet before getting to his. I followed him out

Ash I spent the car ride watching my best friends mate closely. Her anxiety was hidden on her face abd features but her hands let her down. Her knuckles wer white around her purse and she twisted a ring on her middle finger nervously spinning it round and round. Her foot shook in a tapping motion to music that didn't exist. I knew the feeling, that overwhelming restlessness that makes you just want to run. She was on the edge of bolting like a nervous horse behind a gate. I felt for her she was classed as a mafia Princess and I had grown up a Prince and despite our parents differing parental approach titles came with restrictions. Hers were more extreme to a point I could not imagine, but I

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

Phoenix asked after giving his mate an apple to consume. "Savage Lord, I will come for you two later," he removed his hand from the book and closed it. As he tried to put it back in his storage ring, he felt something wrap around it. It was quite warm and fluffy but that's not the vital issue. The fluffy thing was trying to snatch his forbidden book. He found it to be the main tail of the Olmpha female. "You..." he tried to keep custody of it, to no avail. In seconds, the book was already snatched from him and given to the smiling first prince of his enemy kingdom. Damn it!

he’d spat, before disappearing into the rapidly reforming rock face. Each encounter, whether with mercenary, zealot, or sorcerer, was a brutal test of her abilities. They pushed her to her limits, forcing her to adapt, to evolve. The bounty on her head was a constant lure, a temptation for any desperate soul to take up the hunt. The moonlit nights, once a time of solace and connection to her wolf spirit, had become potential battlefields, each shadow a hiding place for an enemy, each rustle of leaves a harbinger of pursuit. She was the quarry, forever on the run, her existence defined by the relentless pursuit of those who sought to capture, control, or destroy her. Yet, with each narrow esc

"This is exactly what I wanted." In the silence of the bedroom, amid the torn sheets and our mingled breath, a new truth emerges. Alessandro lit the fuse. But it was us, Mike and me, who chose to let it all explode. The predator still lurks outside. But here, in the shadows, a dragon has awakened. And I am the only one with the power to ride it… or be incinerated by its breath.

Princess Victory would come to the cunning, not the impulsive. I clenched my fists, muscles taut, forcing myself to focus. I would navigate this treacherous web. I would protect Victoria, even from herself, even from the palace, even from the forces that sought to bend me into submission. And when the moment came, those who believed themselves victorious would discover that the shadows I walked were mine alone to command. Princess Grace’s Point of View – Consolidation