My Miracle: ALPHA SWEETLOVE

Over the many years I attended school, it had proven to be quite helpful, but today marked the start of summer break and the end of the incred

l, full of conceited werewolves who believed they were superior to the relatively small number of human

tate after ten exhausting years of post-secondary education because I believed it to be one of the few locations on Earth where wolves did not dominate. Despite being a pessimist, my mom didn't comprehend that I would ever receive permission from our alpha to remain in the free state. She thought it would be unrealistic for him to allow me to leave pack territory after graduat

hat unusual because Knight wasn't particularly social and avoided social situations, which added to the lengthy list of reasons he was referred to as a beast. As

ing with rage. She was angry, of course, and I was to blame, as usual. Back then, my father understood better than to enrage he

at you want to wear to th

tly, anxiously bi

, delicate nose start to flush with rage. I was relieved that my response seemed to placate my

me with a suspicious look in her eyes, as if to get me to break

ase their transition? A tiny smile pinches at the edges of her lips, lighting up her entire face as I watch enviously. The wolves became much more interested in the unmated child,

." My father replied, coming to sit n

your daughter if you cry any more, I swear." My dad's eyes widened a

ished cleaning it all up, and I was uncomfortably trying

riedly dried my hair, put on a light-colored sweater and dark trousers, and then I was

p, I noticed that our poor neighbor was getting closer. He was a pack fighter, just like all the other prominent pack members whom the unmated ladies adored. Sadly, it appeared like he was enjoying the fact that I wasn't trying to get his a

ly gotten his wolf a little pleased. Fortunately, though, my companion arrived in her adorable little blue car with loud beeping before I had to put up w

ng lot, I threw my pal an appreciativ

ble headrest. I tried to listen carefully as Marina talked animatedly about her partner and attempted to give her the best a

ousands of stores and trying on thousands of dresses, we had at last discovered a stunning blue dress for Marina. I told her to meet me at the cute cafe and book store at the end of the mall while she made the transac

ely permitted to print, most novels about wolves were about their mates. Wolves lived for their mates. They were, in a sense, extremely romantic, but aside from

n for classics. I simply didn't think that love was something that could be experienced instantly; rather, I thought that love could only be discovered in human romance novels. Love was about getting to know someone, falling in love with their personality, and accepting them despite their flaws. Beca

up people, and before I knew it, When I attempted to object, Marina was there to haul me out and re

gorgeous dress, a very soft pink that fell off the shoulders and trailed softly behind me as I moved. It was really gorgeous

raved about all the boys who would be a

ra, you should try to

nsively, I replied, "I knew I was a

vely biting into her side order

." When Marina mentioned that there was a 30% chance that a psychotically possessive wolf was waiting to tie

veling the world as a psychiatrist, working at orphanages-n

n my parents my outfit, and then, worn out from my shopping, I went

f giant mutts snatching my airline tic