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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
#SYSTEM
#R18
#MYSTERY
#SURVIVAL
#WEREWOLF
#SWEETLOVE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ALPHA
#BADBOY

One hundred and thirteen

read from the newspaper he held in his hands. I didn't know why that got to me. Maybe because he looked so effortlessly relaxed, and my fragmented mind was being split in a flurry of puzzle pieces, none of which fit back into their original spaces.

My body rigid, my feet started moving, and they didn't stop until I stood in front of him with a cold expression that could've set off the next big freeze. Before he even looked up at me, I hissed quietly, "This is my spot."

Vik simply peered up at me with a furrowed brow. "No, it isn't."

Uh, excuse me? "Yes, it is. This is my spot. My café. You go get your own."

And his grin had my heart racing with anger. "Firstly, I brought you here, so if we're getting technical, you wouldn't even know about this place if it weren't for me."

My neck flushed.

Oh, right. I'd forgotten about that.

Feeling stupid, I huffed out a short breath, threw up my hands, and said, "Fine. I'll leave."