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Sold To Him: Full Moon Blood Pack

Sneak Peak: Moonlight spilled through the forest, casting an ethereal glow on Trisha as she stood between the two alluring and dangerous alpha males. Torn but resolute, Trisha took a step back, "I won't let this become a battlefield. I need time to figure out what my heart truly desires." ________________ Blurb: In a world where supernatural beings coexist, Trisha, a spirited young woman with a mysterious past, is sold as a breeder to the Alpha King of England, Christian Armstrong. But later she finds herself torn between two powerful alpha mates, Shadow, a brooding vampire, and Christian. As the fate of their world hangs in the balance, an ancient prophecy resurfaces, revealing that Trisha holds the key to an enigmatic amulet with the power to shape destiny itself. As the love triangle intensifies, dangerous secrets unravel, and loyalties are tested, Trisha must navigate a treacherous journey of self-discovery, sacrifice, and the true meaning of love. In "Sold to Him," is not just a quest for power, but a battle for the heart. _______________ This story is slow paced so please be patient with me as it actually takes big turns from Volume 2. Also This book is taking part in WSA newbies, please support with ps, gifts, privilege chaps, and gts. :') Love you all

She_Myra · Fantasie
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81 Chs

Veils of Secret

As the days passed, the castle seemed to settle into an uneasy calm. Shadow's recovery progressed steadily, and I found solace in our moments together. Yet, beneath the surface, the whispers of destiny continued to beckon, urging me to seek the truth that lay hidden within the castle's ancient walls.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself drawn to the castle's gardens. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and the moon's gentle glow illuminated the path before me. I wandered among the vibrant colors, the beauty of the surroundings providing a brief respite from he turmoil within my heart.

As I strolled along the garden path, lost in my thoughts, a familiar figure stepped out from behind a cluster of roses. It was Christian Armstrong, the alpha of the pack and the man who claimed to be my mate—the father of the child I carried.