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He Cried Wolf

He's in love with a werewolf, what could go wrong? Kyla Odin is a werewolf who became one, not by choice. Her parents were killed by the one who changed her. Albert Torino is a normal human superstar police officer, loved by all--especially the women for his good looks, gutsiness, and resilience in the police force. When bodies with animal bites and gunshot wounds start turning up in Glasgow Creek, Albert is called to investigate the murders. He meets Kyla, and his 99% accurate instinct tells him to be wary of her, but his throbbing libido has other plans of its own. Her alluring beauty entraps him into her world of secrets, danger, and lies. There's a killer on the loose. There's a growing sexual tension between them, and there's also the little issue of her shape-shifting abilities. ******* This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. He Cried Wolf. Copyright 2021 by Dewunmi Eri. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in articles or reviews.

Dewunmi_Eri · Urban
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146 Chs
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#R18
#MYSTERY
#SURVIVAL
#WEREWOLF
#SWEETLOVE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ALPHA
#BADBOY

One Forty Four

Gretel was pulled out of dreamland only to have bright sunlight burn through her eyes, piercing into her skull. As if the tequila headache wasn't enough, the nausea swirling in her belly definitely is.

A heavily tattooed-covered arm weighed down on her chest as she tried to focus on the now, not the before when she was gulping back alcohol like water after a marathon and shaking her ass on anyone within arms reach. Letting out a shaky sigh of regret, she trailed her eyes up the arm and tried desperately to ignore the pulse between her legs that thumped like a raced heartbeat when her heavy eyes fell on the deep red bruises covering Matthew's throat. Good grief! She'd given him hickeys.

The memories of last night come flooding through her head, making it pound hard enough that she began rubbing her temples in search of relief.