Mary Wilson

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  • by Mary Wilson 319 Unexpected Guests As expected of one of her abilities, she heard one speak, “So you mean she’s meant to be in this room?” “Yes, she is in this room. I can tell. I can smell one of the blessed wolves just by being in the same place as them,” the other cooed, sounding feminine unlike the other. “What... Our kind doesn’t have any significant sense of smell. Stop lying,” the male argued. “We do too. Just because you spent your entire time last week getting pelted by the rain…
  • by Mary Wilson 318 A Lonely Morning in Katie’s Weakened State Sandra only had a short time to rest before she was called to help the beta alpha. As it had turned out, the beta alpha was trying to adopt a more flexible way of training that would train the warriors to be better warriors and teach them a little more about martial arts and the use of agility. Since they were agile in their wolf forms, nothing was keeping them from adapting the same in their human forms as well. Katie watched it all, her connection…
  • by Mary Wilson 317 Thawing a Bitter Heart An hour later, boredom racked the girl’s mind as she watched the training go on and on. She was getting tired of watching this go on and on. Not to mention the involuntary shivers that went through her the more she felt like sparring with someone. She wanted to let loose for once, but she also knew the strain she would be putting on her body if she chose to go all out along with the earful she would be getting from her mate. Cole was helping Jason out but had taken a role…
  • by Mary Wilson 316 What are the Odds! The girl’s question broke most of the wolves from their trances and they shifted their attention back to the beta alpha that had been previously addressing them, “Not really, but... what are you wearing?” a feminine voice cut through the tension in the air. Despite the respect Katie’s presence commanded, this particular voice managed to pull off a bewildered tone, almost filled with disappointment. Katie searched for the source of the voice until shortly after, she came…
  • by Mary Wilson 315 Luna’s Mind Katie woke up to the feeling of an empty bed, her hand reaching out to the somewhat warm spot beside her. The same spot that Cole’s body was meant to be. Sighing, she searched the mind link in her groggy state for her mate, “Someone finally woke up,” Cole’s soothing voice wafted into her mind. “Yeah, and to an empty bed no less. What’s got you up so early? It’s not like the sun is up yet,” the girl complained. A king had many duties, but Cole wouldn’t have…
  • by Mary Wilson 314 Negotiations with a Goddess The rogue king got up from his spot on the ground and began pacing about the clearing in front of the goddess. Celeste remained patient and followed his movement with her celestial gaze as the man gathered his thoughts, “I have so many questions.” “And I can answer some of them, but not all,” the goddess replied. “Okay then... are you against me?” the man asked her. “You would believe that while you still breathe right in front of me?” the goddess…
  • by Mary Wilson 313 Finding the Origin The journey to the south, following the legends of their origins, proved to be more perilous than the rogue king had initially thought. The vegetation in this unclaimed land was impossible to deal with. Impenetrable vines that seemed to grow back the moment he cut them. More vicious animals that didn’t pay the king any respect because of the power he emitted. The man was utterly fed up with it... and yet, he showed no signs of turning back. His trip further south, however,…
  • by Mary Wilson 312 The Prince’s Rogue Mate Amanda spent her night in one of the numerous caves the rogues had become accustomed to in no-man’s-land. She had been doing this for a while. Following the king’s latest orders was hard to accomplish and worry about Sean at the same time. Luckily for her, this time, her mission was in the same place as her mate. At least, that’s what she’d thought. The news about him being locked up in a prison was like a stab in her heart. In her rush to find someone who…
  • by Mary Wilson 311 Captive Bree and Sean were running from the capital for many hours before the girl was certain they were far enough from the capital to be tracked. After having made their getaway, they were now stranded in the middle of nowhere. Sean was not sure if this was part of the girl’s plan or if there was something else she had prepared. The prince remained quiet through their entire journey, never once voicing his opinion about her actions and the silence was starting to irritate her. If anything,…
  • by Mary Wilson 310 Wave of Distress Sean lay on his bed, his keen sense of hearing picking up on a load of the tumbling bodies on the other side of the door that kept him confined in the dungeon. It was about time the girl would be breaking him out. The man narrowed his eyes at the door, searching for some other reason to stay within the cell. ‘Perhaps, I could kill the girl once she opened the door...’ the thought turned his stomach. Sighing, the prince’s expression softened, ‘I blame them for being…
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