Josephine_Ivy1

Two hundred years ago, the paranormal denizen revealed themselves to humanity. One world war later and we had arrived at some semblance of peace. I, Elina Haragova am an agent of a task force dedicated to enforcing that peace. 

Everything was going perfectly until I turned twenty five and my boyfriend of three years tried to kill me. And then in walks Mallon Everglade, the only Alpha prime in the world, the man who just so happens to declare that I am his fated mate and he has been waiting for me for more than a century. 

If there is one thing I hate, it is being backed into a corner. Throw in mysterious disappearances that are more than they seem, the strange illness killing werewolves shifters and a birthright I knew nothing about and you've got a clusterfuck of epic proportions. 

I do not trust. Ever. But Mallon Everglade has a way of getting under my skin in ways I didn't think possible. 

The dreaded warlocks are moving in the shadows, up to no good, my life is spiraling out of control but all I can think about is Mallon. I know I need to get my priorities straight because what's at stake isn't just my heart, it's the fate of the literal world.

The Alpha’s Little Witch

"Oh, with this friend of yours, am I right?" She inquired, her gaze thankfully not focused fully on me this time but on the counter she was mopping with a hand towel.

"Yup." I muttered out a reply as I placed Chelsea back on the floor before walking towards the fridge to deposit the carton of drink Silas insisted I take home.

"So, it's a date or...?" She trailed off in hope of me filling up the blank spaces.

"Not a date, a hospital outing." I informed her.

She stopped what she was doing to look at me for a few seconds before redirecting her attention back to the counter she was wiping off.

"Nothing really, just me trying to check my stomach." I explained to her, her eyes falling on my last few words.

"When you'd refuse to eat every time." Mum reminded me, a hurt look on her beautiful face, one which should never grace her face, and one which should never be caused by me.

Fay