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 gripped my sword tighter, knowing damn well that if I was going to go down, I was going to go down fighting. I didn't care if I had to use every last bit of my strength to do so.

There were too many of them, easily three or four times my number, and I could hear their boots crunching in the snow, marching closer, silent as death. They didn't bleed, they didn't scream, and they didn't stop. But neither would I.

Not until I couldn't lift my sword anymore.

The cave was behind me, just a few yards away. I had come so far, cut through so many of them, but the path had narrowed and now they had me cornered. If I could just hold them off long enough to slip inside, I could block the entrance and regroup. But they weren't going to let me go that easily.

IT’S GOOD TO BE BACK MY QUEEN