SHE HUNGERS FOR HIS BLOOD...Sasha is bound by vengeance to kill the wolf-shifter whom she believes ordered the kill of her family but when she's captured by the very Alpha she's sworn to destroy -- her entire world is thrown upside down.HE MUST CLAIM HER BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE.Kenyon, the Alpha of...
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SHE HUNGERS FOR HIS BLOOD...Sasha is bound by vengeance to kill the wolf-shifter whom she believes ordered the kill of her family but when she's captured by the very Alpha she's sworn to destroy -- her entire world is thrown upside down.HE MUST CLAIM HER BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE.Kenyon, the Alpha of his clan, is running out of time to find his mate and beget an heir before the rise of the full moon. So when he finds his mate on the eve of the full moon, he vows nothing will stand in his way of protecting his clan...not even a mate who wants to kill him.This short paranormal romance is approximately 8,100 words.EXCERPT:You took everything from me and left me an orphan. I will have my vengeance or I will accept death as the only substitute.""That doesn't leave me a lot of options, now does it?" He began to unbutton his shirt and tossed it away. She would never be willing. She would never love him the way he had hoped his mate would someday. But no matter. His clan was more important than the misplaced hatred of a young warrior woman. "I had hoped that you would be willing. But it is not necessary.""I will kill you if you touch me," she promised softly. But he did not slow his step. He was close enough to smell her scent and instantly it branded upon his synapses, and he knew that he would always find her no matter where she went or what happened in their lives. Whether she liked it or not, they were linked by fate -- something neither one of them could stop nor change. And the fate of his clan rested on his ability to put a pup in her belly. He quickly untied the knot holding her to the chair and stepped away as she sprang free, snarling and hissing like a wet cat. A slow smile spread across his lips as a wild arc of lust pounded through his veins and centuries of tradition and lineage clicked into play. "Give it your best shot, sweetness. I like it rough."
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