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entity. Ansley was there, living the life initially meant for me, being the Luna instead of me. I had to go home before Father found me around the

blings from going to see me. He did not fail to tell me how much I had embarrassed him

could lay my hands on. I wrote a poem for my Father's fiftieth birthday but he burnt it ove

social event for werewolves to mingle. It was that night Wren and I found each other. That fateful night, I was hiding from ot

te and a heavy lump sat in my throat. He was a head taller than me and he carried himself with an air of royalty. The look in his eyes heated my b

news. I was Wren's mate and we were to be mated on my eighteenth birthday. Also, he warned that I was to keep my scary wolf a secret until aft

e audience. I can never forget the disgust I saw on Wren's

mate. I, Wren Maddock reject you, Venus Vin

uet. Would I ever find a second chance mate? Would I ever be happy again? I wondered, feeling so alone and ab

e who went in and out. Hurrying Drew along, I headed for home, hoping to distract myself with a book or a movie, any

sed my eyes to my saviour and it was a face I had not seen before. He was probably an invited guest and the e

ys this clums

. He stared at me in silence fo

g for a maid. Thank go

thes. My dress was long, boring and dirty at the hems. I did look like a m

" I asked instead, avoid

come from. A glass of red wine sat on a small stool and he picked it up, peeping at

send him some wine. He is in room number one. Don't bother knocking, he c

peaking to and his instructions were a bit suspiciou

returned to the hall. I left immediately, trying not to spill the wine. I walked quickly, anxiou

task quickly. But no one was in the neat, untouched bed. Was it a prank? Was the stranger

t of drawers and turned around to leav

you and what are y

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s nothing special except for that odd hair of hers and her curious pair of green eye

o are you and who

s filled with tears but I was unmoved by them. Her head only got to the bot

d, pushing strands of strawb

wine in t

glass with shaking hands. Some drops sp

uld want one because you are..ill and

the contents on herself. She bowed a little, prepared to leave but I held her upper arm, ke

nt any trouble," she be

without knocking. You will have a sip because I don't trust

nd her. I held the glass to her lips and tilting

and I ripped the glass from her lips, shocked by the heat our contact created. They were wet and red, daring me to taste the sweet wine from them. I f

rocessed what was happening to me, a knowing look on her face. Was it what I thought it was? It wasn't pain

ncerned and my sight blurred from the unfamiliar emotion. Her palm

her jaw and swallowed her gasp of surprise. I ran my tongue over her chewed lower lip, urging her to let me in. S

to a wall to trap her within my arms, the towel fell off finally and she stilled, ending the kiss. Before I could react in ti