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A gripping tale of love, sacrifice, and the unbreakable bonds of family. It is a thrilling and emotionally charged saga that explores the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring power of love in the face of adversity. ----- “What do you think?” Her words carried a seductive edge as her hips pressed against mine, setting off a wildfire of need. My eyes flashed, and I growled loudly. With a growl, I tore her silk nightie, exposing the see-through black lace bra and panties that adorned her figure. The soft glow of light accentuated a damp spot on her panties, evidence of her arousal. “And...” she whispered, her warm breath fanning over my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “And?” I repeated my voice husky. “Don’t you dare hold back, Alpha!” she whispered, kissing my neck. “I know what you feel. I want it too. I want you all.” ----- Aarya, a determined Indian student studying in the USA, encounters Xander, her best friend’s cousin. Little does she know Xander harbors a life-changing secret. While they grow closer, Xander, who has resigned himself to never finding his true mate, grapples with guiding Aarya towards accepting their emotions. Assisted by his two trusted friends, they strive to unite two souls meant for each other. Can Aarya come to terms with their undeniable connection, or will fate conspire to keep them apart? Aarya has her own for coming towards Xander and everyone is affected by that. Amidst the escalating supernatural unrest, can their love survive, or will it shatter under the impending storm? Join the action pact ride of a human-werewolf tale. Where every belief is challenged. ------ Book 1 of the Alpha series. Warning: Mature content, blood, and fight.

Soulbond to the Alpha

The anticipation and nervousness in the air were palpable as I stood in Lea’s room, facing a fashion dilemma that was just not my cup of tea. “There’s no way I’m wearing that. It’s freaking cold outside. If I wear that, I’m almost certain to die from hypothermia,” I protested, wrinkling my nose at the red short dress that Lea was enthusiastically holding up. 


Lea’s patience seemed to wear thin as she snapped, “Ahh... You’re a pain to deal with. I’ve shown you around 20 outfits, and you don’t seem to like any of them. Get your ass up and look for yourself.” 


With a sigh that seemed to carry my resignation, I mumbled, “Fine,” and turned my attention to the vast expanse of Lea’s wardrobe. The sheer volume of clothes before me was enough to make my own modest closet feel like a mere cubby. 


Chapter 7