The Alpha and the FBI Agent
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The Alpha and the FBI Agent

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AzraelMeow Paranormal

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Francine “Frankie” Abernathy is the newly appointed Alpha of the Midnight Moon Pack located in Virginia. Frankie’s father and older brother were tragically killed and she was thrust into the position of Alpha. Frankie struggles to maintain the large pack and to keep their enemies at bay. Many other alphas are skeptical of the young female’s abilities to lead the pack. They send their sons in hope that Frankie is their mate. But with the help of her Beta and the rest of the pack Frankie pushes back and proves she is a capable alpha. Frankie begins to feel the pull to search for her fated mate but she doesn’t want to yield power to a male. Imagine Frankie’s surprise when she discovers her mate isn’t an alpha. He isn’t even a werewolf.

Clayton Marshall is an FBI agent who investigates homicides. Clayton is newly divorced and taking care of his ten year old daughter, Lily. He closes himself off to love and dives into work while living with his brother Josh and his former federal prosecutor mother, Beverly. One summer day Clayton is called to a state park on the outskirts of DC to investigate a body found in a shallow grave. While on the investigation Clayton meets a young woman who is the leader of what he thinks is a weird cult that is connected to the dead body. What Clayton doesn’t understand is why he is so drawn to the woman? Imagine his horror when he finds the truth about the woman and his attraction to her.
Will Clayton accept the truth of the world and fall for Frankie or will he run? Will Frankie be able to accept a human as her mate?

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The Final Truth

                    Frankie

 

         “Grampa,” My year-old son babbles as I am getting ready. Eli points at a picture of my father on the wall. 

           “Yes, Eli, that’s Grandpa,” I ruffle his brown hair. “Clayton,” I shout into the closet. “Are you ready? We don’t want to be late for Carter’s ceremony.”

        ……

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