"Does he feel our mate bond at all?!" Jack never wished for a mate. The idea of a female wolf - particularly one he had not chosen himself -coming into his life and taking control of him through the power of the "mate bond," was unappealing to say the least. But the Moon Goddess was either out to get him or just plain sadistic. Because the very day he returned from Christmas break in his last year in high school, in walked his mate, into his classroom and into his life. But it wasn't a clinging female wolf. It wasn't a werewolf at all! How could the Moon Goddess do this to him? How could his mate possibly be someone whom he'd known for the last three years but never gave a second glance to: the small, bespeckled, grim-faced science teacher known only to him as Mr. Whyte. And what is worse--Oh yes, it gets worse-- No matter how Jack went about trying to break through that icy facade, his teacher kept him calmly at arm's distance at all times. Much to Jack's utter frustration, Mr. Whyte wasn't affected by the mate bond at all. ...Or was he?
William Lanceton was a journalist aspiring to be a full-time writer. So when he drifted into a new town and learned there was a "terror house on Maple Tree Avenue," how could he not want to be the first to get the scoop on the elusive owner within? But after being caught by an enormous black dog--or was it a wolf?--and forced into the very house he'd been investigating, William soon worried he'd gotten in over his head. The man behind the mystery did nothing to ease his concerns, particularly when it felt like a bolt of lightning every time their eyes met, stirring up emotions he had no idea how to handle. And what was this craziness about him STAYING in the house to get his interview?! Anthony Radcliffe had long since given up on ever finding his mate. They say the Moon Goddess chooses a soulmate for every werewolf at the moment of their birth, but he wasn't a normal werewolf, and it seemed she hadn't given him a mate. At least that's what he had thought. Until William waltzed--no--broke in to his life and shone like the sun into the dark corners of his world. But it was too late for this wolf. He was a shadow of his former self. A ghost moving through life until his inevitable end. That's what he'd grown accustomed to and that's what he wanted, and no man smelling of sunshine would change that. Particularly a drifter who never planned to stick around anyway. So why did he just put him up in a room and demand that he stay?!
“Taylor… I’m sorry,” Garrett said softly, just barely able to keep the cry out his voice as he finally said the words he’d wished so many times that he had said before, but never had the courage to say. “I didn’t mean it at all.” This time, things would different… He was a man now, not a scared boy running from his feelings. And this man was one who would do everything in his power to ensure that his childhood friend and the secret love of his life would never, ever come to a point where Taylor thought his life wasn’t worth living. Because he couldn't go through that again. He couldn't stand over his grave again and ask the world WHY. No, this time would be different. This time Garrett would protect Taylor and make sure his best friend had the life he was supposed to lead. Or Garret would die from heartache trying.
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