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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 · Fantasi
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81 Chs

Marking Her

[Christian Armstrong]

The morning dawned with a sense of anticipation that stirred my soul. As I awoke to find Trisha sleeping peacefully beside me, a cascade of emotions surged within me, filling me with a mix of love, desire, and vulnerability. I watched her, mesmerized by the soft rise and fall of her chest, the delicate curve of her lips, and the gentle flutter of her eyelashes against her cheeks.

Trisha stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and our gazes locked. In that moment, everything else fell away, and it was just the two of us, lost in a world we had created together.

"Good morning," I whispered, my voice carrying a blend of reverence and longing.

A tender smile graced her lips as she reached out to caress my cheek, her touch warm and soothing.

"Good morning, Christian," she murmured, her voice a soft melody that resonated deep within me.