Heiress or Mate?
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Heiress or Mate?

READING AGE 18+

PS Gyllenhaal Paranormal

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Veil is an heiress torn between her fear of losing control to the beast within and her rejection of being mated to a creature she detests. She forces her wolf to stay dormant, opting for a human connection instead. But as secrets unravel and deceit lurks in the shadows, Veil discovers that her human is not who he seems and becomes the target of a treacherous plot.
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Will she uncover the truth in time and find redemption?
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Snapping and cracking sounds filled the room and b**d spewed out of my mouth as my organs felt as though they were being crushed. I was sure I was dying as I tried to crawl up the door, the pain turning me inside out before I collapsed on my face and darkness took over.
I woke up to the most beautiful voice I've ever heard, humming me awake. She told me her name was Storm, and she was my wolf. I was confused as I opened my eyes to look at her. But even in that confusion, I could feel my breathing was different — my heartbeat was different. Something else was flowing through my veins—something I couldn’t explain but felt powerful.
My blurry vision cleared, but I shut my eyes again, the lights blinding. Storm spoke again, assuring me it was okay, and I slowly opened my eyes, noticing it wasn't just my vision that was enhanced, but all my senses were. Everything was a hundred times better, and there was no denying the power flowing through me. I was not myself.
I expected to see her in front of me, but there was no one, making me more confused. I opened my mouth to ask where she was, but my heart stopped when I looked across the room. It wasn’t a woman as I had expected that stood before me; it wasn’t a person, but a beast, a red beast with raging gemstone eyes, and they were staring at me.

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Tags: HEdramapackenemies to lovers
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Epilogue

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Veil

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“I’m okay, babe,” Linton says with a smile that always lights up my soul as I help him out of the car, and I hug him, suddenly emotional. He holds me tighter, and I don’t want to cry, but I fail to hold back my tears, recalling how scared I was when the doctors operated on him.

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