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"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

"What are you gossiping about?" He questioned as he glimpsed the blush on my face. "From that expression, I'm guessing it was about me."

"Oh don't flatter yourself," his twin scoffed and rose. "You aren't that interesting."

"I'm sure she would disagree with you on that," he smirked, mischief in his eyes as he gawked at me. "Right Darling?"

"I would respect it if you don't flirt in my presence." The female shivered in disgust as she eyed him.

"You appear all dressed up," Dante observed as he strolled past her and bent to place a kiss on my forehead that rekindled the fire I'd barely managed to dwindle.

"I'm always dressed up," Dalia responded and rolled her eyes at our exchange.

"You know what I mean," he snorted as he ran his fingers in my hair which provoked the bun I'd managed to perfect to come loose.

53. Scent