Sun Child  |✔|

Sun Child |✔|

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World Joy By world_joy_ Completed

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. 
But then Lexie meets someone. 
Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. 
When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? 
Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. 
But then he meets someone. 
Someone he doesn't want to meet. 
A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. 
How will the two collide? 

***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. 
Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story.
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  • alpha
  • atlas
  • darkness
  • desire
  • healing
  • lexie
  • love
  • luna
  • mate
  • moon
  • pack
  • painter
  • romance
  • shifter
  • soulmate
  • sun
  • sunchild
  • supernatural
  • warrior
  • werewolf
  • wolf
Mr_Kit_Cat_ Mr_Kit_Cat_ Mar 17
Can you imagine her dabbing? I did and I felt uncomfortable after giggling for 3 minutes straight
xAngelRosex xAngelRosex Mar 25
Thank god... If this book is good (which I bet it will be) I will go and read moon child
Seeing those brushes makes me want to kill myself they could be ruined😩😂
Okay my artistic nerd side just came out.. I really need to paint something
Love the previous comment and technically it always original work unless it’s every word. Similar concepts don’t mean plagiarism and some stories may spark ideas so there would be similarities anyway
I've just read moon child and cried buckets then I'm jumping over here too cry more.... Hopefully less...  My heart