Hi, I\'m ari, germophobe, avid reader. That said I\'ve got no business writing romance novels, yet I still can\'t get my twisted mind to stop.
Welcome to the lingering shadows of my mind. Enjoy!
Halie used to take life as face value. That is until she fell down her rabbit hole and is saved by a man who claims to be her mate.Sounds normal enough.Only he isn't even human, but the Beta of a wolf Pack. Without giving her a fighting chance to prove herself, he rejects her, placing her on a pedestal for other wolves to claim. When an Alpha from another pack sees her worth, all hell breaks loose as Rider fights to keep his rejected mate to himself. What will happen when both wolves decide to claim her as theirs, while having the looming destruction of hunters on their heels?And how will Halie navigate moving from being an average human to being a Luna breeder? Because the title isn't as prestigious as it's made out to be.
Falling in love yields solely three things:
hurt
manipulation
and murder.
They say men are dumb but women are completely f**ing psychotic. If you take offense well too bad because you know it's true.
And since I've decided to give relationships a walk, who's the Goldilocks that's lying in my bed? Doesn't she know better than to leave herself this careless?
Especially since I've decided maybe being convicted of murder isn't so bad after all.
Now to decide, should I wake her or simply climb in with her?
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Rule #1:
Rules are put in place for a reason, if you fall outside of those boundaries, you deserve the punishment
Rule #2:
Re-read rule number 1
Rule #3:
Do not forget rules numbered 1-3 or we're screwed.
Those are the rules I lived by.
The real rules
Rule #1
Don't do anything you'll regret
Rule #2
Don't fall for the Professor
Rule #3
Don't screw the Professor
Rule #4
I already broke rules 1-3
And I'm about to find out the reasons why those rules are there in the first place.
I saw her first.
The lowly wanderer.
The wayward sheep.
My former lover.
My living temptation.
Anna was my everything.
It's said that God never gives us more than we can bear, but these days I find myself doubting my creed. Losing Anna almost killed me, but this office saved me. It gave me peace to the chaos left behind.
We were terrible for each other than and just from one look, I knew we'll be catastrophic for each other now.
But I've never been able to deny Anna and when she comes begging for forgiveness and comfort, how can I deny a sinner asylum? After all, it's what I've sworn to do, bring wayward sheep home.
Only coming home lands us both in my sheets.
I should be above temptation. It's not a sin to touch or look or feel.
But isn't it still indulging?
I want Anna but I can't leave my duties behind.
Now you be the judge, which sin is greater, to stifle my conscience or honor my vows?