Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 114617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Born with the rarest power. The fated mate of the most powerful, strongest, and handsome men in our pack.
I was going to change the world, and bring the Wolf Nation to great heights.
Until I murdered my mate during the bonding ceremony and took off.
I know what you’re thinking.
He must have treated me terribly.
Nope. You couldn’t have met a sweeter guy.
He was a hundred years old with three rotting teeth, body odor, and aggressive toe fungus.
Again, nope. He was six feet of young, dark, sexy, and handsome with abs that made you weep.
But then why, why, blah, blah, blah.
You want answers. Everyone does.
I blew into Corvin Academy with a bounty on my head and blackmail that makes me untouchable. But everyone from the alpha council to the five blisteringly hot and angry mates I rejected are determined to find out why I killed our future alpha, and what I’m going to do next. They’re even more determined to put me on a leash.
Yes, yes. Everyone wants a reason for the terrible, awful thing that I did and the betrayal of everything I once held dear, but I’m going to save you some time and boil it down to
The villain in this story … It’s me.
Moon Kissed is a paranormal bully romance that features dark themes, spice, language, and wickedly hot shifter love interests. This is book one of a trilogy. Not standalone.
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Prologue
“Luame, our moon goddess, blesses you.”
I knelt exposed on the rock, clad in nothing but a sheer robe that provided neither cover nor warmth.
The whole of Wolf Nation spread before me, claiming every square inch and trampling every grass blade in the miles-wide field. This was a momentous occasion. One waited for and held in anticipation for a hundred years, and the weight of that hope fell on my shoulders.
“Daciana, high priestess of the Volana Clan.” The officiant, Boanna, marked my forehead with blessed oil. “Rise, hope of our nation, and find your mate.”
Rising to my feet, I stood tall on the natural, rocky platform that was my throne, my stage, my chopping block.
This was it. The moment every wolf in every clan in every country had been waiting for from the day I was born with the moon goddess’s mark on my stomach where a belly button was supposed to be. I wasn’t born of man and wolf, I was born of Luame, and as her chosen, I became the mother wolf.
Within me was the power of a new generation. On this night, my fated mate would reveal himself to me, the clans, and the world. If my mate was strong, the next generation of werewolves would be strong. If they were weak, the next generation would be weak. And if I died before I found my mate and consummated our bond, then the next generation would be nothing at all. Not wolves, not shifters, not powerful. They’d be mundane, and Wolf Nation would die out. Forever.
Slowly, I turned on the spot—scanning the hundreds upon thousands of faces staring back at me. I tensed to see nothing. No glow. Not even the glow of the moon with it hidden behind passing clouds.
What’s going on? What does this mean? Do I not have— There!
There it was. Shining so brightly it blinded, a heavy, ethereal blueish-white glow surrounded a figure in the distance.
The applause was deafening. The wolves hooted, jumped, and roared as that glow parted the crowd, coming for me.
“Wait— Another,” someone shouted. “Another mate has been chosen!”
I spun around, searching for the voice, but finding Luame’s glow instead. It was true. Another mate had been chosen for me.
“Two fated mates? This hasn’t happened for a century,” Boanna cried. “Not since Thema and her fates brought about the golden age of wolves. This is wonderful. This is—” She choked out a strangled cry that cut off the rest of her sentence.
I didn’t know why until I saw the third glow... and the fourth... and the fifth... and the sixth.
Thud.
The officiant hit the rock hard, passing out so I didn’t have to. The elation going through the crowd was contagious. Overwhelming.
I didn’t know what to do other than stand there naked and eyes blown as my fates came for me, and so did my need for them.
“W-who?” the officiant croaked, kicking free of her tangled robes to shove back onto her feet. “Who are our champions? Our hopes for the future. Name yourself, blessed fates!”
A deep, sonorous voice cast across the divide. “Edric of the Wind Wolves.”
The officiant gasped, clapping her hand over her mouth. The older, red-haired, red-faced woman was taking all the good reactions for herself, but her reaction was warranted. A wind wolf had never mated with a mother moon wolf like myself before. Together we would create something... new.
“Orion of the Fire Wolves,” called another voice, panging my heart painfully in my chest.