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My face was held by his left hand. He was examining me with his grey eyes. I felt the blue paint from my artwork, beneath his hand. We were so close. His lips were inches away from mine and I could feel his breath. They were slow unlike mine.
My heart was beating so fast. My wolf kept telling me it was him, our mate, her voice was filled with excitement of what's to come. His smell was manly and strong. He smelled like salt from the ocean, tangy like oranges, but also sweet. He used his left thumb and wiped the blue paint from my cheek.
"You're mine, mio amore," his husky voice said. "All mine."
"I'm what?!"
Synopsis:
Christina Gonzalez has everything she ever wanted. She is the daughter of the most powerful Alpha in the whole United States of America. She was voted valedictorian and maintain a perfect record for most of her life. Girls would be often jealous of her and the male population would beg for her attention.
Even though her life was practically perfect. She didn't have her mate or have that stable, loving relationship like her parents had. Not until she saw his grey eyes that changed her world. But are these changes good?
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Werewolf Takeover
WerewolfMy face was held by his left hand. He was examining me with his brown eyes. I felt the blue paint from my artwork, beneath his hand. We were so close. His lips were inches away from mine and I could feel his breath. They were slow unlike mine. My h...