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BLOOD MOON: The Lycan Alpha's Little Witch

Warning ***Excerpt, Mature contents*** "Why did you have to make me suffer?" I paused, "Do you hate me that much?" "Isabelle," Dimitri hisses with such venom in his voice. "You might want to watch your words carefully." "Don't worry, I'll free you from this burden." I spat. "Enough!" Dimitri growls "I'm going to reject you." "Enough!" He roars, making me stop. He grabs my arms, corners me against the wall. My heart is beating rapidly. I see fire in his eyes as he lock me with his body. "Fuck this! I'm done running from what's has already been decided by fate." With that said, he captures my lips in a fierce kiss. Isabella Rosa Santacruz, a witch on the run, she has a dark past and a even darker destiny but worst of all she has been chased her entire life by things that want her dead. When a prophecy is etched in stone that her blood holds the keys to the universe every monster and myth known and unknown on the planet wants to have her for their own personal desires. But her fate soon changes when she stumbles across the powerful lycan Alpha, her mate. And he is Dimitri Axel Castellan, the most ruthless and feared lycan Alpha famously known as the Blood Alpha. He is also the Alpha of the Blood moon pack, a pack cursed by a witch's dying breath to cease to be of existence on the eleventh blood moon. What would happen when fate pins in his path the one he hoped he would never find? She is the air that he can't give up, even if it would cost him everything he has, including his life. Will they fall in love? Or will they be able to save themselves from their impending chaos.

Peter_Ogbudo · แฟนตาซี
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The masquerade ball pt2

Dimitri's Point Of View

The room smells of cigarettes and whiskey-- as the auctioneer coordinated the bid organized by Rafael. A young girl in a torn dress, stood, with a chain clinging tightly around her neck. The auction was nothing more than a slave trade, Rafael was selling werewolves and human alike--- men, women and children, like they were just a bunch of animals. It was just disgusting.

 "Thirty-five thousand, five hundred." Rashnikov said, lifting up a board. He was the Alpha of a little pack up north, the skull pack, nothing more than mafias in furry clothing if you asked me. His mate looked quite decent, Antonia was her name, I saw her approaching my little witch before I left.

 "Thirty-five thousand five hundred dollars, going…" the auctioneer spoke, searching for anyone with a higher bid among the crowd of Alphas.