Melaninpapi

“I, Alpha Michael Goldline of the Night Fang pack, reject you, Ariana Davids, as my mate.” He said, and my lips parted. I couldn’t say a word. I simply stared into his eyes, watching him, looking into his cold green eyes. 

Everything faded into the background. All the sounds, faces… everything. All I could see was him, as his words replayed in my head.

I, Alpha Michael Goldline…

Michael rejected me. In front of everyone. 

… NightFang pack, reject you…

This was our chance. What was he doing? 

… Ariana Davids as my mate.

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"Rejected by her pack and the boy she loved." 

Anna thought she'd never find her place in the world. But when a chance encounter with the ruthless Lycan King Luke sparks a passionate romance, she must confront the secrets of her past and the danger of their forbidden love. Amidst war and ancient curses, Anna is torn: will she embrace their destiny together or will their love be torn apart by the very forces that brought them together?

Bonded to Her Cursed Lycan

"You can leave, Elvis." I said softly. The last time I'd stepped foot into that wing was when mother died.

Not wanting to grow soft, I never walked in there, but instead, kept on hardening myself, becoming worse day by day.

Elvis bowed, and walked away, while I stared at the door. It almost felt like Mom would just come out, with a smile, and with the fresh cookies she baked herself.

If there were any two things Mom was proud of, it was of me and of baking. She'd show me off to the maids, and did the same whenever she baked. She longed to rival the Royal Caterer in the Palace.

Taking an heavy step, I pushed the door open. Everything from the furnitures to the accessories were covered in a white sheet, so dust and moisture wouldn't ruin them.

There was her personal living room, and the sofas on which she always crocheted.

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