DA_Aloera

"she was chosen because she was his right from the very beginning..."

Once on a rare occasion, the night of a blue full moon, a girl is being taken from a household to serve the beasts who call themselves werewolves. The werwolves were the one who ruled the town and controlled everything. They looked human but buried under their human facade was a ruthless monster who seeks to destroy. Everyone tried to protect themselves but deep down they knew they were no match for the werewolves. 

Arianne was a little girl who was born different from other people in the town. She had long red hair and she was born with different coloured eyes. One green and one brown. No one knew exactly why she was born that way and it wasn't hereditary. Her mother also died during her child birth and because of that her father, Massimo distanced himself from her and chose to remarry instead. He married a woman called Christine who already had a child out of wedlock, Rissa.
 
Together Rissa and Christine decided to make Arianne's life hell to which her father turned a blind eye to and because of that, it affected Arianne and she decided to withdraw herself from her family and the society. 

The day of the selection came and Rissa was selected to go and serve the werewolves. Scared for her life, Rissa decided to persuade her mother to convince Massimo to offer Arianne up for the selection. Ignoring her screaming pleas and tears, Massimo offered up Arianne to go and serve the werewolves. 
No one really knows what happens to the girls that are being selected and no one bothered to ask. 

Not knowing the fate that awaits her, Arianne decided to go and serve the werewolf who they call Ivan Giovanni, a alpha who is known for his ruthlessness. 

Can Arianne survive living among werewolves? What happens when she finds out more about her identity and the only person who could help her was Ivan? What do you think will happen if she finds out that Ivan was the boy she had saved all those years ago from dying?

NOTE: I DO NOT OWN THE COVER IMAGE OF THIS BOOK. IMAGE WAS FOUND ON PINTEREST.

HIS CHOSEN MATE

AZAR (Age ten, thirteen years ago)

The sun shone brightly, beating hard against my skin. My wounds stung badly, wounds I had suffered from the baker at the bakery where I had stolen a loaf of bread. Or at least, tried to because the baker caught me and made me pay for it dearly. I was beaten with the turning stick and then a hot pan was placed against my back.

I had screamed and pleaded for help but no one heard me or bothered to look at my way twice, I was a thief after all. Eventually I was thrown out of the shop and onto the streets. Starved and dehydrated, I wandered the street, trying to look for who would show mercy or compassion for me, but no one did.

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