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

I stumbled through the darkness, my heart pounding in my chest as I clutched onto my Tag'arkh's hand tightly. We had been running for what felt like days, the never-ending darkness enveloping us in its suffocating embrace. We couldn't see anything, couldn't even tell if we were moving in the right direction.

But we had to keep going. We had to find a way out of this nightmare. As we continued to navigate through the darkness, I could feel the cut on my body starting to get more painful. I could feel the warm stickiness of blood seeping through my clothes, a constant reminder of the pain that throbbed with every step.

I tried to ignore it, to push through the fear that gnawed at the edges of my mind. But as we ran, the worry grew, festering like a dark cloud over my thoughts. What if it wasn't healing at all? What if it was getting worse?

NOT MUCH DAMAGE