Animals were driven with only a few instincts to live their lives by: to find food, shelter, and to mate. Humankind was driven by multiple things: lust, anger, hate, grief, jealousy, joy, and a host of other instincts and emotions. When lycans were created the goddess of such things thought it would be enthralling, exhilarating to see how such savage wolves and desensitized humans would meld together as one... The result was disastrous. The select few humans she chose to go forward with her experiment with the strength of her sacred animal, the lupine, destroyed one another. He was a mosaic, composed of broken pieces. She was an unfinished art project The moon godddess ends the lives of Lycans she sees as a threat to the Lycan community. Instead of being ripped apart by her hounds, she gives a warrior the chance to redeem himself and his friends through gifting him a mate who is bound to change his life. An accident links a potential future servant to the moon goddess to the warrior. How will Pomelia Grace, a holy novice react to being mated to such a man, Warren of Bane pack? All of the humans she chose went mad with the power, abilities, and strength that came with the wolf gene. The goddess had succeeded in creating a unique race but had a hard time managing her creations without killing them out of anger.
View MoreWar grabbed the bloodied item in her hand and washed out off at the sink. Without speaking to the human woman, he went straight to Alpha. "It's a tracker...she was right." It was a small, and pill like.Khan took a little pill like tracker and held it up to the light. "The crazy bitch was saying something about him putting something in her arm but we thought she was talking about heroin...but he inserted a tracker under her skin. Reese what the fuck is this dude into?"The man on this other line sighed. Loudly. "Shit I'll up your pay to 50K if you kill the whore and meet me tomorrow with that damn tracker device."War knew that wasn't going to be enough. Just in the way that Khan grinned and glanced at the bathroom door. "Listen it would be different if it was a Lycan but it's a human. That's extra work and clean up, then you want me to meet you somewhere. Come on. 80k."Trent and War usually got 10%
He wears the smell of blood and death,Like perfume.~Unknown"They kissed. I think things are going well.""She is scared of him and he is still going out and killing people!"Yes and he kissed her without consent!""He was sleep kissing! Leave me be!" Makaria shot back at the cluster of women surrounding her and her task at hand. She had rested only a short time last night, her two projects by the name of Warren and Pomelia keeping her up.Pomelia's emotions were strong last night. The young novice was petrified of being in such a new place with no guidance from her lug of a mate. Warren was walking on eggshells attempting to make his mate comfortable but Pomelia still wasn't.She worried all night and eventually ended up outside, her prayers and fears being spoken out into the wind and carried up to the goddess. Makaria felt for the mortal and did something that was neither wrong or right.A quick ball of light in the shape o
Switching on the water, he quickly shed his pants and hopped in the shower. He wasted no time, grabbing his stiff manhood and roughly taking care of his problem. Imagining it was Pomelia's soft hand on him,instead of his rough calloused one was helpful. Imagining her lips on his definitely helped him achieve his goal.He came quick with the thoughts of Pomelia ranging in his mind. His legs weakened and his breath shortened, before hot ropes of his seed were spurting out, being swallowed by the drain. Once he was done, he made sure all of the evidence was washed away before actually showering like he told his mate he was doing.After the shower, he brushed his teeth and cleaned out his ears, and then almost walked out of the bathroom naked. This was his usual routine...but he couldn't walk out of the bathroom naked, Pomelia would probably faint. He was thankful he had a towel in his bathroom though...Wrapping it around h
War couldn't sleep. It had been two hours. Two hours since he and his mate laid down in bed together to sleep. She wasn't asleep. She had been blinking, tossing and turning for the past 120 minutes.He could smell her fear, smell the unsettling scent of hers. He wish he knew what to do or say...but he didn't. Then she began to slip out of the bed.At first he thought maybe she would go to the bathroom, but through his keen hearing he knew her feet were going to the left...where the door was.Opening his bedroom door quietly, but not quiet enough, she slipped out of the room, leaving a pained War. The anger and betrayal was swift, as if someone jabbed a knife into his sternum. It took his breath away...He could hear her gentle foot patters down the steps, a specific step creaking loudly before she rushed down the steps.War cursed under his breath, quickly slipping out of bed and rushing out of his
War couldn't sleep. It had been two hours. Two hours since he and his mate laid down in bed together to sleep. She wasn't asleep. She had been blinking, tossing and turning for the past 120 minutes.He could smell her fear, smell the unsettling scent of hers. He wish he knew what to do or say...but he didn't. Then she began to slip out of the bed.At first he thought maybe she would go to the bathroom, but through his keen hearing he knew her feet were going to the left...where the door was.Opening his bedroom door quietly, but not quiet enough, she slipped out of the room, leaving a pained War. The anger and betrayal was swift, as if someone jabbed a knife into his sternum. It took his breath away...He could hear her gentle foot patters down the steps, a specific step creaking loudly before she rushed down the steps.War cursed under his breath, quickly slipping out of bed and rushing out of his
It was night time now. War yawned as he glanced over at his mate. She was in the same position as she was in the daytime. Straight posture, head turned towards the window, her hands in her lap...extremely quiet."Welcome to your new home, little novice," Alpha Khan announced as War quickly got out of the car and rushed over to the other side, trying to grab the door for Pomelia. Unfortunately she did it already and was pressed against the door while she marveled at the house she would be living in."You like it?" He questioned as he immediately began to growl, scenting the presence of other males. His hand went to her shoulder pulling her into him, as a group of males approached them.War immediately identified the group of four. More men who were deemed 'warriors' like him and Trent, but much younger. In reality they were just contracted killers...lower levels. Tier 3 killers and hunters. Trent and War were level 1, able
"Being both soft and strong is a combination few have mastered ."-Gentleman's Essentials105, 106, 107-"You should slump her on her seat. I'm telling you she's going to shit bricks."A low growl sounded from War as he lost count of the freckles that speckled all over his mate's nose, cheek bones and lightly dusted her chin and around her plump lips. He was concentrated much too hard to loose count and a feeling of defeat and anger washed over him. Alpha Khan and Trent had talked among themselves in the front seat for the last forty minutes and left him in his peace. War took that time to familiarize himself with his mate's face. He thought she was gorgeous. He familiarized himself with her freckles, her nose, her thick eyebrows and of course the silky curls of her dark hair.He was enjoying himself thoroughly, before his Alpha tore the concentration away from Pomelia and onto himself. "Alpha with all due res
"Sera help Pomelia pack her things. Warrior, walk with me," The woman suggested as War looked back to Pomelia. She was now gathering the contents of the first aid kit she threw at him out of fear. Her tears had dried some but she was still shaking...A loud clear of the throat, had him looking to the source of it. The priestess was near the door, impatiently waiting for him. He took one more look at his mate before following behind the priestess. She was only doing this out of respect for his mate. He didn't want to hear anything the woman had to say. Her opinion didn't matter, Pomelia was his..."Warrior, Pomelia was a promising novice. She is sweet, kind and understanding. She is walking into a lions and going to your cesspool of a pack. Treat her with the respect she deserves or the goddess will have dire consequences," the woman threatened him, her eyes beginning to glow as she smiled, revealing her teeth.War could snap her neck...he had the ability to but he
War was at a loss. Tears never, ever had an effect on him. Never. Maybe once, but that was a long time ago. Standing in a small room with his mate, made him realize that he really was swayed by tears.His mate whose name was Pomelia. Which was a really beautiful name to him at least, was crying. Her little body was shaking while she wiped at her tears as they slid down her cheeks and dribbled down her chin. Her plump lips kept pressing together and trembling as if to try and stop the tears. To say he felt awful was an understatement. She was so sweet and kind and he had angrily grabbed her demanding that she sniff him, only to find out that she couldn't even smell!"Please stop crying," he pleaded softly with her as he contemplated touching her arm. She shrieked and swatted at him. He glowered at her, trying to keep his wolf under control. He was the reason why he held onto her for so long when asking her to sniff him. His wolf was the culprit,
"We really have to attend this ceremony with all these old fucks and prudes?"Crimson liquid combined with citrus smelling suds covered the porcelain sink. The small bowl was working overtime swallowing all of the mixed fluids, evident in the noisy sounds coming from the pipes and drains connected.Weary, drone-like eyes kept their hold on gruff, calloused hands.He was tired of washing his hands..."Come on War, man. Your hands are clean."Snapping out of his tired haze, he was pulled back to reality with the crude nickname bestowed upon him by his Alpha. Blinking a few times he glanced down at his hands. They were finally...clean.He wiped his hands quickly on the dark jeans he wore. Looking at the other man in the bathroom with him, he grimaced.The tips of the man's dark hair were still stained red. His nails still held blood on them. His dark eyes held the same dead expression W
Mate of War by Cocole is a romance werewolf fantasy novel. Pomelia Grace is a novice with overwhelming power. She and Waren of the Bane Pack are mates. It is the decision of the moon goddess. Their union aims to create a unique and beautiful race. But everything has two sides. Their pairing can also trigger chaos and destruction. How can Pomelia and Waren handle this situation? Will they embrace their responsibility and give in to their bond? Or will they abandon it because the burden is too heavy?
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