
Her Destined Alpha
Synopsis of Her Destined Alpha
Chapter 1
Born from darkness, Delsanra Silver grew up knowing nothing but pain and suffering, even her own kind treated her as an outcast.
Running from the coven who so madly craves her power, she finds herself accidentally crashing straight into the arms of none other than Rayhan Rossi, the future Alpha of the Black Storm Pack.
Never would have expected that her saviour, would come in the form of one of the very races she’s tried so desperately to evade.
What will happen when the dangerous young Alpha claims she is his destined mate? Will their love have a chance to blossom… Or will their differences tear them apart.
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He pushed my hair behind my ear as he moved closer, his warm breath fanning my face.
“You're beautiful, Delsanra. I've never seen anyone more ravishing in my life and the best part is you were made for me. You’re mine to claim, and I won't rest until I do.”
I couldn't respond, this contact was making my body react weirdly, the urge to yield consuming me. His nose brushed my neck and a small whimper left my lips. All I could think of was his seductive scent, the way his touch felt…
“Oh, and one more thing…” His voice was husky and the heat between my legs was growing. I gasped when his hand cupped my knee, only making that ache throb harder. “You smell divine.”
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Book 3 of The Alpha Series
Book 1 – Her Forbidden Alpha
Book 2 – Her Cold-Heated Alpha
Book 3 – Her Destined Alpha
Book 4 – Caged Between The Beta & Alpha
1. Prologue
SIX YEARS AGO…
DELSANRA
"Don’t just stand there, you stupid little bitch!"
A sharp slap snapped my face to the left as my stepmother Elinai looked at me with resentment in her eyes, wiping her hand on her dress as if she had just touched something filthy.
"Sorry." I replied quietly, it was the norm for me.
I dropped to my knees and picked up the cloth that I had been wiping the floor with.
"Don’t speak back! You filth!" She sounded disgusted, kicking me sharply in the ribs before she walked away.
I clenched my teeth, biting back the hiss of pain, gingerly touching my ribs with my free hand. It still hurt from the last beating at the hands of my stepbrother, Dawson.
Just do your chores, stay out of sight, and it will be ok.
It was all that kept me going. My hands were purple from the cold, they felt itchy and raw thanks to the detergent in the washing water; I wasn’t allowed gloves after all.
I looked at the dark grey floors as I continued scrubbing. What did I do to deserve this? I had never been a rowdy child, I’ve done nothing to cause trouble, but did anyone need a reason to hurt me? No, they didn’t.
No one cared about me. Nobody loved me.
I stood up and cast a
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