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[Warning: Mature Content R18]
Aubrey Young knows she’s average. She has average looks, average height, average personality, average intelligence and she likes it that way. The less attention on her the better. One day she catches the attention of a decidedly un-average “man.” Forget average, he is the hottest guy in the university, Rhyland Leslie Darling.

Rhyland is uber rich, smart, and handsome. And he knows it. He also has a secret. He is a werewolf and an Alpha at that. An inveterate playboy, he has sworn never to settle down after seeing the destruction ‘love’ has brought to his family. That is until he meets Aubrey. Irresistibly drawn to her unique scent, Rhyland discovers that only Aubrey has the ability to calm him down during his HEAT. 

But it’s not only Rhyland who is attracted to Aubrey. It quickly becomes apparent that she has a scent that can enhance the abilities of ALL the werewolves and another powerful race… VAMPIRES. With this unwanted unique ability, Aubrey becomes sought after by the two constantly warring races. She soon realizes she has to stick with Rhyland, the only one strong enough to protect her.

Along the way, Aubrey finds out that she was not as "average" as she once thought, that she is actually one of the remaining survivors of a SPECIAL RACE. Soon, Aubrey realizes that she herself must grow stronger in order to protect her loved ones and defeat a formidable enemy.  

Get ready for a fantasy love story that takes you on a roller coaster of emotions!  ^u^

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My Darling Alpha

Atop a small hillside stood a lone mansion. Its wooden exterior was reminiscent of the haciendas of wealthy plantation owners. A huge expanse of land with dense vegetation surrounded the keep akin to a fortress. The interior of the house was immaculately and luxuriously furnished. On the walls hung the portraits of a family of four, the owners of the house. Dinner was served on the table.

Everything appeared to be normal.

The mansion housed a family of four and yet nary a sound could be heard.

The smell of blood hung thick in the air.

Outside were dozens of bodies strewn in a haphazard manner. Lycans. Each one had been killed before they had a chance to turn.

Inside the mansion, the television was still playing a children's broadcast but no one was watching.

Chapter 117: A Massacre