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“Shut up!” He roared, as he tore my slave garment from my body in less than a second, leaving my body bare, except for my bra and panties.

“Oh my…” He muttered devilishly with lust filled eyes, as he roughly grabbed the right cup of my bra, manhandling it as if to get a pre-feel of how the main softness will feel like.

I had given up already, tired of writhing on the floor, tired of trying to wiggle out of his hold, and tired of pleading. What was the use? My legs were already held hostage in the confines of his own limbs, my throat was now sore, and all my plea fell on deaf ears.

I shut my eyes tightly, already welcoming my cursed fate, when suddenly the door burst ajar.

Who could that be? A savior or another foe? 
I opened up my eyes, already glazy with tears, and peered at the visitor.

He was a man. A beautiful man. A beautiful, angry man. I couldn’t tell distinctively his facial features because of my tear clothed eyes, but even as I laid as dead underneath my assailant, I could feel his rage rolling over him like waves. 

“Who dares to interrupt my pleasure time? My assailant asked, about to turn his head way back to see who had been standing by the door, when suddenly, in a twinkle of an eye, his head went off flying from his neck, to the ground idly.

And so, I screamed; especially as I felt his blood splatter all over my chest and face.

But in my screaming and shocked state, I was still able to hear the first words of the man since he had stepped into the room.

“How dare you to touch my mate?” He roared.

                                         *****

Olivera, the only wolfless girl in the Red Moon’s Pack was captured alongside her best friend by the deadliest pack in the entire region. While performing her slave duties for the new pack, she was almost raped by her taskmaster, but for the intervention of Raul, the Alpha of the pack, who is reckoned for his infamous curse, ruthlessness and womanizing traits.
Journey along with Olivera, and see how a shy, seizure plagued wolfless girl tamed the big bad alpha, especially when it was discovered that she was a hybrid, the chosen world who would restore peace between the two supernatural realms at war.

THE TAMING OF THE BIG BAD ALPHA BY HIS ENCHANTRESS-LUNA

The disturbance that awakened Jacob was not one of aggression but of something within the soil itself.

He felt the earth move around him, felt the properties of the soil enrich even as he lay within it.

Above him, he could hear the soft chant, feel the vibrations spreading out in a ripple effect, one that moved on and outward, one that reached deep within the earth to find Dedari and the soil blanketing his body.

Amia was already up and working her magic. The sun was beginning to make its way across the sky, slowly toward the sea.

Jacob rose slowly, making certain Zande was aware of his intentions and would rise with him. He did not want to startle or frighten Amia, a male ancient appearing beside her just before sunset.

Amia sank backward, allowing Jacob room as he burst through the topsoil. She was relieved to see Zande right beside him.

"Amia," Zande greeted, hugging the woman to her.

The Last Hunt