Annemarie

Future Alpha Wesley Stone's teacher assigns his class a pen pal project with a class located in another state. The young Alpha soon finds himself forming a close snail mail friendship with a young, orphaned human girl, Haven Kenway. Over time, they lose touch, but neither forgets the other. Years pass, and Haven now lives in one of the towns near Wesley's pack. When they finally meet in person, sparks fly, and neither can resist the attraction they feel for each other. As secrets about Haven's identity are revealed, Haven and Wesley must journey to unravel the truth about who she really is, and Wesley must protect her from those who wish to use her. *Please note this book is intended for 18+. The book deals with real life issues of childhood trauma, substance abuse, neglect, hospitalization, and will have graphic scenes of violence and descriptive s*x scenes, as well as adult language*

"I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my specific bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother. --------------------------------------- “What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back. The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me. He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it. “Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain."

Imagine you’re a 27-year-old Luna of one of the toughest and most fearless werewolf packs. You didn’t ask for this life. At just 20, you were suddenly chosen to lead. And for the past seven years, you’ve trained, fought, and worked harder than anyone—winning every battle thrown your way. But something’s been missing. Something every werewolf is supposed to have by now—especially a female Alpha. Your mate. Since turning 20, you’ve waited—waited to catch that special scent, to feel that pull. But every year passed slowly. Your best friend found hers. Others did too. And even though you stay busy leading your clan, deep down, you still crave it. Crave him. Then finally, after winning one of your hardest battles yet, you catch it. His scent. Faint—but real. Your mate is out there. Finally. The next morning, you leave the woods with your bodyguards, following the scent with your heart racing. You imagine your Alpha—your match. Your wolf. But it doesn’t lead to the battlefield. Or a pack. Or a warrior. It leads to a college. To a classroom. To a boy. Not a wolf. Not even an omega. Just a human. A nerd. Tap the book to know your next step!