The Alpha's Secret
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The Alpha's Secret

READING AGE 18+

Ashley Roberts Paranormal

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“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again.”
I try to slow my racing heart. My stupid heart that is reacting both to my anger and the nearness of him.
I swallow around the lump in my throat and do my best to ignore everywhere his body touches mine.
“Or what Tristen. Or…what?”
“I can hurt you Moria…”
His voice is cold. It always is when he speaks to me.
And yet…yet the way he looks at me. The way he drags his gaze slowly from my mouth and back to my eyes.
Like it is a physical effort that pains him.
“….I can hurt you in ways beyond your wildest dreams.”
I can feel my essence brimming to the surface.
A mixture of anger and power.
And my eyes narrow in response
“Then give it your best shot Tristen. Because I swear by all the gods, that I will hurt you back. Even if it kills me.
**Moria, torn violently from the only home she has ever known, is now forced to find her place in this strange, new world that claims to be her truth.
But things are not as it seems
.And not only does the man charged with her protection seem to utterly despise her, but someone else…something else… wants her gone and her powers for themselves and they will stop at nothing to take it.
As son to the most powerful healer in the land and soon to be Alpha head of the council, Tristan knows that someday, he too will be forced, to sit in that seat and make decisions that will affect his people.
But first, he must prove his worth.
By capturing and bringing to his father the last of the monsters that put his mother to sleep and nearly wrecked their world so many years ago.
He is ready, has trained for this his entire life.
But nothing is black and white anymore.
And the moment she steps into his world, everything collapses.
#Stary writing Academy IV
# Fantasy Romance
#September update programme 2023

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TAKEN

CALLUM

He can hear his own footsteps echoing in the vast inky space of the deserted parking lot that stretches out before him like a subterranean abyss.

He calls out carefully as he turns towards the direction of the flash of red he had seen.

His own voice bounces back to him.

Ricochetin……

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