*She tempts us. You know she does with that lust filled gaze she keeps giving us over her drink. Let me out to play with her I won't break our mate. I promise.* Hunter asks watching her intently, like I am. *We'll see how this night goes first. I don't want to scare her with our urges too soon.* I replied knowing full well I wanted nothing more than to take her over that table and spank that peach shaped *ss of hers.
She is sitting there as if nothing is effecting her, but her scent alone says otherwise. "You devious woman, I had no idea you were so naughty. I should bend you over my knee right now and punish that peach shaped ass of yours for tempting me in public," I said taking a bite of my bread stick sharply to emphasize my point. She shivered with her scent spiking while taking the last bite of her potatoes moving the spoon over her tongue than said, "Promises, promises."
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The Mystic Lunar Pack is the largest and oldest pack remaining in The American West. It is said they come from the Original Alpha's, the very first werewolves to be created. Each wolf had a good and a bad side and which ever one you nurture is the one to come out strongest.
These werewolves are a strong pack, but there is someone lurking in the shadows ready to take down the pack to destroy just one woman.
What is she? Human or werewolf? Why was she left with no one to care for her?
Maybe a certain Alpha will help with that and feel something after waiting so long for what is his...... to find out she's a Goddess.