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Mated To My Boyfriend’s Dad

[TRIGGER WARNING: DARK THEMES, MATURE CONTENT] In a world where humans, werewolves, vampires, fey, and other supernatural beings coexist, Isleen; an Omega who has been subject to multiple bullying and ridicule in the pack because of her parent's past, faces a challenging dilemma. She's dating Kylo but unexpectedly discovers that his strict father, Rhett, who is the pack’s Gamma, is her destined mate. Conflict arises as a war breaks out among the supernatural creatures and the death toll rises. Isleen struggles with her loyalty to her boyfriend, and the powerful pull she feels towards his father, due to the mate bond. —— Imagine getting married at Eighteen to a woman old enough to be your mother– all because of your loyalty to the Moon Goddess? Welcome to Rhett’s reality. Rhett DarkWater is a man of principles but not without his share of secrets and hidden missions. After finding out who his second fated mate is, he battles with his devotion to the Moon Goddess, his loyalty to his son, and his duty as the Gamma who is supposed to protect the pack—not have his son’s girlfriend pinned beneath him in a corner with her clothes off. Unfortunately for Rhett and Isleen, the mate bond knows no morality – it attacks, and when it does, two hearts must become one. —— I and Gamma Rhett just kissed again. He knelt before me, his hand reaching out to touch me, but I flinched away. "Isleen," he muttered. "This is wrong," I cried. "We can't do this. It's forbidden. W-what about Kylo?” He stared at me, his eyes burning with a passion that frightened me to the core. Yet, it left tingling sensational effects all over my body. "Don't fight it, Isleen. We are mates. This is what we're meant for." ~~ Follow me on all socials; @HeeSha_TA Read my other works: ”My Masked CEO is a Fairy Prince!” “Forbidden Heaven’s Descendants (The Chosen One)” “Medusa and a Magical School” “Mysterious People Next Door” I hope to get to know you in the comments. Happy reading. Cheers!

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Watch Her Cry

After drinking to his satisfaction, Fergus cleaned his mouth and sighed. As fun as the experience was, he couldn't help feeling this overwhelming sense of emptiness eating him up inside. 

It was as if he was missing something and killing people only made that more obvious now. 

As he looked at Lupe's dead body, he almost felt... Sorry? Nah, that couldn't be it. He, Fergus, feels 'sorry' for a meaningless mortal?

They were all crops, waiting to be harvested by those who were powerful like himself. He couldn't care less. 

"I guess there'll be no use hiding this body. I just have to hurry back to the camp now." He muttered to himself and rushed up to Kylo's room where he'd snuck into the house, but then picked up a scent. 

He recognized this perfume a little too well. It smelt like strawberries, spring flowers, and everything sweet that irked him to no end. But it also smelt annoyingly soothing because of who wore it...

Isleen.