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The Heart of the Werewolf King (Alpha Male Shifter Romance)
The Heart of the Werewolf King (Alpha Male Shifter Romance)
The Heart of the Werewolf King (Alpha Male Shifter Romance)
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The Heart of the Werewolf King (Alpha Male Shifter Romance)

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Katrina's friend gets a password to an underground nightclub that is considered legendary for its parties. It is only open on Wiccan holidays. The two girls find themselves in a club packed with supernatural beings, and humans that they have lured there. It is overseen by a Wiccan priestess, who is sitting on a dais with the king of werewolves. The king, struck by Katrina's beauty, comes down and talks to her. She responds with sass, not knowing his importance. 

The club is attacked by a vampire coven, and the king rescues Katrina. He brings her to the werewolves' lair. He cannot let her go, since she will be targeted by the vampires. 

The king tells her his life story, and finding herself attracted, Katrina ends up sleeping with the king. The next day, he is gone. She goes looking for him, getting help from another wolf. 

She joins in the battle, and he is upset that she is there. He is overruled, and when she is kidnapped by a vampire, he goes after them. She rescues herself, and he arrives in time to take her home. When Katrina wakes up the next day, he is gone. 

Heartbroken, she finds out that she is pregnant. Determined to find him, she locates the underground club, even though it takes her several months to do so. When he sees her, they reunite. 

**Complete short story, no cliffhangers.**

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 8, 2018
ISBN9781386059059
The Heart of the Werewolf King (Alpha Male Shifter Romance)

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    The Heart of the Werewolf King (Alpha Male Shifter Romance) - Jessica Miller

    The Heart of the Werewolf King

    Chapter 1

    Ihad just returned home after work, and was eating mango sorbet out of the tub while watching a movie. It was Friday evening, and I had my sweats on and was ready for a night in after a long week. However, my roommate, Jessa, had other plans. The front door of our two-bedroom apartment slammed open as she ran in excitedly, waving a sheet of folded, deep blue paper in the air.

    Guess what? she said breathlessly. I looked away from our tiny television and shrugged.

    Promotion? I guessed.

    No.

    Boy toy?

    Nope!

    Free cake?

    No. Jeez, Kat. I got the password to Club Walpurgis! She squealed in excitement as I groaned.

    I have plans, Jess, I said, gesturing to the television.

    With?

    Myself, my sweats, and the TV, I replied.

    Oh, come on! How often do you get the chance to visit an urban legend? she said.

    I had to admit, she was right. Club Walpurgis was an underground nightclub that you needed not only the password to get in to, but also the details on where it was being held. When it was being held was easy—it only convened on Sabbats, or Witches’ holidays. It was rumored to be run by a high priestess of a coven of witches and a werewolf king in order to appease the supernatural by creating a large gathering of humans.

    So, what Sabbat is it? I asked, taking a bite of sorbet. I wasn’t entirely sure that I believed in the existence of werewolves and vampires, but I sought to appease Jess.

    Beltane, Jessa replied. It’s the start of summer. Please say yes. Her eyes were large, pleading with me. I sighed heavily.

    Okay, I said. But next weekend, I want to go nowhere, and do nothing.

    Deal. I won’t bother you all weekend. I promise. she said. I can’t believe we’re going!  She ran off down the hallway.

    Thus, I found myself wearing my black Balmain mini-dress that I had splurged my first paycheck on. I wore a pair of black and tan giraffe-print heels that had gold buckles on the side. My hair I styled straight with a flat iron, so that it fell in silky smooth swaths over my shoulders. Jessa was wearing a white linen mini dress with peasant-style sleeves. We both wore flower crowns in honor of Beltane. Mine was made of blue fabric roses, and hers were yellow. Our heels clicked on the pavement as we walked.

    Jeez, Jess, I said. My feet are killing me already. How much farther? She pulled the piece of deep blue paper out of her clutch. It had bronze-painted lettering in a calligraphic script, proclaiming our official invite to Club Walpurgis. She used the light from her phone to check the address.

    Just a few more buildings, she said. I looked around us. We were in one of the sketchier parts of town. The buildings were all abandoned, most of the windows had been broken, and the chain linked fences surrounding them were rusted and broken through. Most of the buildings had graffiti scrawled across them at human height. Brambles and small trees had begun to grow up around the buildings, as though nature, after being shut out by the urban sprawl, had begun to sneak back in.

    It was so silent; I regretted not owning a Taser in that moment. Anyone could have easily snuck

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