Alora Dennison is an orphaned child from a shamed bloodline surviving in her families old pack. On the dawn of her transition pushing her into adulthood she imprints on the mate she will be bonded to for an eternity, in an unexpected turn of fate.
Only he isn't the man of her dreams. He is the only one in the entire state she would never have wanted to bond too.
Colton Santo is the arrogant, dominant son of the Alpha from a rival pack which is set to unite the packs and reign in one kingdom. In years gone by his disdain for her and any from her bloodline has been prominent. Her treatment by his pack has pushed her to live in near isolation, fearful for her existence and now before all assembled, on the dawn of her awakening, they all just saw her imprint on their future leader.
Fate has decreed it, but everyone around her is about to try and stop it.
Fate isn't about to make it easy on her either, as a long forgotten war erupts in their lands, bringing an age old enemy with a thirst for blood back into the forefront of lycanthrope life.
Will she survive long enough to ever find out why she has borne a black mark on her lineage her entire life? And why exactly, Colton's father is just so eager to see her dead.
Will Colton step up and honour the bond, or will he be the one to deliver the final blow?

Awakening

“Behave. If you start that we may never make dinner. I’m not playing!” I push him away properly, aware of how easily he always bends me to his will when it comes to sexy play and somehow always manages to coerce me upstairs for random daytime quickies. Not that I don’t enjoy what he does to me, but as I feel tired most of my day because of him, it does dampen my motivation to be productive daily. I have to be more assertive and learn how to turn him down from time to time. My sleep pattern demands it. 


“I’m not hungry anyway.” he smirks, and I again slap the hand sliding out my way to get me back against him. We really do have to move or else we will be here all afternoon. 


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