His body stilled as he heard the melodic voice call out to him. His head whipped up to find her looking at him. He'd forgotten how smooth her dark skin was, and the way her plump lips curved upwards. The emerald dress that she wore dipped -slightly- into her cocoa cleavage.
Oh god. It was if his brain ceased to function! 30 minutes of silence and all he could come up with was 'well'.
-...I..mean..Elle talked to me about you..and how good you...are."
Stuttering, Mischa watched in awe as her full lips curved into a slight smile.
She was beautiful.
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Arella Falcon was a lonely woman. It was taxing as Alpha of her clan, that she hadn't found her mate; everyday she vied for the beautiful simplicity that came with the partnership, so when her senses prickled with the announcement of a wolf-auction in the south side of town, she rushed at the opportunity.
There she found Mischa. A nimble yet beautiful slave wolf that was the exact opposite of her; powerless and timid. His long jet locks, and bronzed skin fit every one of her idyllic dreams.
As she competes for the attention of Mischa and their relationship furthers, her hidden past threatens to tarnish her newfound love. Ms. Falcon begins to realize the struggle of truly having an mate.