"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" I seethed.

Harper's mouth fell open. "Did he just say what I think he said?"

I blew out a huff of air through my nose in aggravation. "Yep."

All I saw was the word the dog mouthed, but in the end, that's all I needed to see to make it seem like the end of my world.

The word that made my life SO complicated from that point on was...







'Mate'


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Maria lives in House Crimson as one of the highest-ranking vampires of her house. The second, to be precise. It's not because she's fought in countless wars, or lived so many hundreds of years, or can make people bend to her will with a threatening glare. She hasn't/doesdon't do any of those things. She's only 17.

Her rank might have something to do with her bad@ss nature and undeniable knack for leadership, but who's to say for sure?

Nevertheless, she's only second to the master and mistress themselves, who also happens to be her aunt and uncle.

Yeah... not great leaders, those two. They're cowards who abandon their house after the first signs of an invasion. Disgraceful.

Now, Maria is left to try and fix things on her own with the werewolf invaders. But of course, there will be. . . complications along the way.

Big Bad Wolfie 

"Jason," I called to grab his attention, "Done with your private discussion?"

"It's alpha to you," he glared at me.

"Please, you're lucky I don't call you Wolfie to your face," I rolled my eyes. I turned to the bar tender. "Can I have a drink please? Something strong," I waved my hand.

"Excuse me?" He snapped at my 'Wolfie' comment.

"You're excused," I nodded with a grin.

"Why do you have to be so childish?" He grumbled.

My drink came. "Um, maybe because I am one," I took a sip of it, rolling my eyes.

I made sure dog boy didn't get enough time to respond. "Wow, this is really good," I chuckled. It's like a strawberry lime mix sort of thing. You wouldn't even tell it was alcohol if it didn't leave that burning down your throat.

"Wait, what?" He frowned, snatching my drink.

I scoffed and reached for it, but he put his arm up, blocking me.

Chapter 7)Well, How Problematic