A Curse of Fate (Shifter City Fated Mates, #1)
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Alpha Hunter. Holy shit.
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They were a gray so stormy it was almost charcoal. As I revealed my name, there was the smallest flash of gold around his pupils, and a predatory tilt to his head as he observed me. “Why would I kill you, Emmeline?”
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My skin was a rosy tan, a color I held naturally all year, and the smattering of freckles across my cheeks and nose never went anywhere. The arctic blue of my eyes
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Kellan was a golden boy through and through. His skin was a glorious caramel-gold shade, his hair blond, short, and tousled around his forehead, and the dark blue of his eyes leaned toward violet in their intensity. Kellan’s piercing gaze was locked on my wolf,
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“You smell like chocolate and honey, omega. And your wolf is such a pretty girl. You’re both the sweetest, most delicious treat I’ve ever experienced.”
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“If a male shifter gets too close to you, Emmeline, I will kill them.”
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“The rest of his pack consists of two betas: Jemma and Gordon, and two deltas: Chastity and Lucas. Some of them are scent matches, others are just love matches, but they’re all together.”
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“Finley’s brother Kenzo lives in this beauty, with his two mates, Ness and Luce. They’re a lot of fun, actually. They have this massive teppanyaki grill out the back, and you haven’t lived until you’ve tried Kenzo’s cooking. His dad was a teppanyaki chef back in Japan before
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“I mean it, Kel. I will release spiders through your entire room while you’re asleep.” His eyes grew super wide, turning the blue even darker against all the surrounding white. “You wouldn’t dare?” “Try me,” I snapped back. He slapped a hand against his chest, a feigned look of hurt on his face. “How could you use my greatest fear against me? I thought we were brothers.”
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ancients. There was a sense of godlike beauty about him as I took in his bronze skin, midnight black hair, and eyes a deep, forest green.
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Finley was a bear.
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Finley ran a hand over his thick, shiny chestnut hair, which was longer than the other guys’, hanging to his jawline. His skin was light brown, and he rocked
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promise, little omega. No claiming. Everything else is on the table though, so let me know right now if you have any hard limits.”
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He marked both sides of my throat, and
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Blaine Rogers, the entitled alpha of my mom’s former pack, all