FreshyGore

"Darling." He smirked and eyed my lips. "Promises can be broken."

"I don't break promises," I aimed to assure.

"I know because I know you." He stretched his palm to caress my chin and this time, I didn't flinch.

"How?" I croaked.

"Because I've watched you." His hand moved to brush my hair away from my face. "I know about your schedule, when you sleep, how you like your tea, how you interact with strangers, even down to the kind of shampoo you use."

He is a stalker, get away from him! My subconscious screamed at me

Instead of me to do that, I did the opposite by asking. "Why, do you know all these?"

He simply chuckled and inched his face closer, we stared into each other's eyes for what felt like a decade before he shifted to my ear and whispered. "Because you are my mate."

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Tanya Marie Andre. A female writer who has read many werewolf books but never believed them to be real.

Diego Dante Domino. An Alpha who has searched for his mate for centuries.

Dive in to see how everything turns out.
Warning: Mature scenes

Werewolf In The Woods

"Are we there yet?" Dalia whined as we stomped through the woods, our feet crunching on dried leaves and twigs, the trees swaying as if dancing to a secret tune.

"Stop whining," I chided, my vision whirling around as I recalled the last time I was here and the rogue event that occurred barely two weeks ago. "You are the one who asked to bring you."

"You said it wasn't far," she countered, dragging her feet as if all strength had deserted her.

"It isn't," I defended leading the way.

"Dalia, it isn't," I exhaled and resisted the urge to run my fingers through my hair.

"Tanya, it is," she mimicked. I was just about to scream we head back when Abigail spoke.

"Is that it?" She asked, gesturing a little distance from us where a little light shone.

"Yes." I bobbed my head as I remembered leaving the light on in my haste to get to the grocery store. "Let's go."

29. Cottage