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

There is trouble in the way the wind blows, I could sense it. Danger was imminent and was drawing fast.

First it was the werewolves that were under attack, later it was the witches being slaughtered, then the elves, the fairies. No supernatural kind was safe. Our enemies weren't just after a specific supernatural species, they were coming for all of us.

The packs being attacked and killed told me that this was no ordinary attack. I had a gut feeling that whoever was behind this had a lot to do with Memphis. The prince of hell that I unwittingly set free from the tower where he was held captive. Sometimes I look back to that time and ask myself would I still have done it? Would I have made the decisions I had made? The decisions that have led all of us to this very moment where we can't turn back.

Raising hell