Story By Author Aimee Lane
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Author Aimee Lane

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Traditionally published, and former Top 10 Webnovel Author (AimeeLynn). In love with Romance. Writing love stories that feed you, body and soul. I always love to hear from readers! Comment on the book, or find my FB reader group on linktr.ee/authoraimee.
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Updated at Jan 24, 2023, 15:10
This book has NOT been signed with Dreame and if it is being sold, it is a breach of copyright.
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His Stolen Luna
Updated at Sep 29, 2022, 18:00
Lark is prophesied to be the mother of the White Wolf. Yet her ruthless father uses her fame to control her, building his own power while he withholds the only thing Lark wants: A Soul Mate. John-Paul, the rumored Demon Alpha, refuses to take a mate. He hides a dark secret: He was cursed. Any female he mates will die. The cursed Alpha, and the broken Luna strike a contract to marry—but never complete the bond—freeing them from the pressures of their packs. Yet, the undeniable craving of a soul bond has them both in its grip. As they fall headlong in love, John-Paul despairs. Can even the deepest love conquer death? *** Updates daily! PLUS: If we hit 5000 favorites (click that heart!) there will be a 5 chapter mass release AND Dreame will put the book on a discount for a week in August! *** “This isn’t happening,” John-Paul snarled, stalking toward her until he stood just an arm’s reach away, bringing those lovely smells with him. He was even taller than Lark had thought. Her head barely reached his collarbone. They glared at each other and without thought, Lark began to lean into him. She caught herself, stunned. What the hell was wrong with her? “Stop. Doing. That,” he seethed. Lark blinked. “Doing what?” “Inviting me with your eyes.” Lark jerked her head back. “I’m not inviting you, you arrogant son of a—” Taking the final step that put them toe-to-toe, he leaned down in her face, washing her with that delicious scent, and snarled, “I reject you, Larkin Sather. I reject the bond that exists between us. This will not happen.” Lark’s spine snapped straight. “I don’t know who you think you are,” she growled, holding his glare, her own eyes blazing. “But you don’t reject me… I reject you!”
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