Peter_Ogbudo

Warning ***Excerpt, Mature contents***

"Why did you have to make me suffer?" I paused,

"Do you hate me that much?"

"Isabelle," Dimitri hisses with such venom in his voice.  "You might want to watch your words carefully."


"Don't worry, I'll free you from this burden." I spat.

"Enough!" Dimitri growls 

"I'm going to reject you."

"Enough!" He roars, making me stop.

He grabs my arms, corners me against the wall. My heart is beating rapidly. I see fire in his eyes as he lock me with his body.

"Fuck this! I'm done running from what's has already been decided by fate." With that said, he captures my lips in a fierce kiss. 


Isabella Rosa Santacruz, a witch on the run, she has a dark past and a even darker destiny but worst of all she has been chased her entire life by things that want her dead. When a prophecy is etched in stone that her blood holds the keys to the universe every monster and myth known and unknown on the planet wants to have her for their own personal desires. But her fate soon changes when she stumbles across the powerful lycan Alpha, her mate.

And he is Dimitri Axel Castellan, the most ruthless and feared lycan Alpha famously known as the Blood Alpha. He is also the Alpha of the Blood moon pack, a pack cursed by a witch's dying breath to cease to be of existence on the eleventh blood moon.

What would happen when fate pins in his path the one he hoped he would never find? She is the air that he can't give up, even if it would cost him everything he has, including his life. Will they fall in love? Or will they be able to save themselves from their impending chaos.

BLOOD MOON: The Lycan Alpha's Little Witch

Sylvester's urgent calls sliced through the silent halls of the Volkari vampire coven's palace like the swish of a blade through the air. With each step, he could feel the weight of the news he carried growing heavier, this news was very huge and unsettling to their plans. Sylvester knew for sure that his master, the vampire king, would not be pleased with this, and that made a knot of anxiety in his chest.

The towering doors to the throne room quivered and groaned under the force of his push, announcing his presence with a thunderous echo that reverberated through the vast expanse of the chamber.

"Sire! Sire! Sire!" Sylvester called, his eyes wide with urgency and fear.

He stopped in front of Konstantine, his master and King of the vampires, sinking into a low, groveling bow that communicated the gravity of the situation.

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