*Sequel to Vixen -- Vixen not needed to read though*
I slammed my fist down hard, cracking the wooden coffee table right in half. She stared at me with wide green eyes, and grabbed for my hand. She was cautious to touch me, and in every right she had to be. I was a monster, and she was the fragile beautiful thing.
Aside from the electric buzz sizzling under where she touched, her skin was soft. It was a nice contrast to my rough skin worn by the forest. These days I tended to live my moments out on four feet. There was no use in walking on two when all the importance of being an Alpha could and should be done as a wolf.
"Hey, you look like you need a friend," She smiled gently. I felt myself smile back without even thinking.
I needed more than just a friend. I needed her.
All of her.
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He was turning twenty-six and that was too old for a wolf to be mateless let alone an Alpha of the most powerful pack out there. With each passing year, he lost the hope and enthusiasm to find his mate. If she didn't want to be found by now, he probably just didn't have one.
Consumed by his own depression and madness, Raphael turned on his pack; the wolves that looked up to him for support. This Alpha turned just as relentless as the last. Not even the greatest can control themselves in a time of weakness.
Tempted by desire, he finds himself mingling with humans for an easy snack and lay. Accidentally he stumbles upon a striking human woman that would end up meaning the world to him. He feels everything because of the wolf inside him, and he's determined to make her feel it too. But, can beauty love this fiend?
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Vixen
Werewolf"Are you willing to risk everything?" He asked, leaning his face in closer until our foreheads touched and our lips were barely an inch apart. His blue eyes were so deep and dark today, but not in the menacing way, more so in a lustful longing. My h...
