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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.

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Family reunion

Isabella Point Of View

The hood was peeled off revealing Death to be Andres.

It was him all along. He is Death, one of the deadly assassins of the Red circle.

Andres-- I meant Death stared at me with ice cold eyes. His frosty white hair contrasted well with his pale skin.

"Andres--" I was interrupted by Yennefer speaking.

"He is not Andres." She said, "You still haven't figured it out yet. Surely you must have felt something right? I mean after all you two are family."

My heart clenched into a tight knot at Yennefer's last words. I looked back at Andres, his expression dark and stoic. I could see it now, the resemblance to him was uncanny. He had his blue eyes.

Andres was Diego, my cousin, my blood.