spyro and cynder mating

Carramel is a small submissive wolf that's never really given much thought to her sexuality much less who her Mate would be. Carramel remains painfully oblivious towards flirting, making her so much more desirable. Who would think the sweetest nicest bean in the world would be so unattainable. James has been in a Platonic Relationship with Jessica, but once he saw Carramel, he just knew that small sweet wolf was his mate, even if Carramel was two years younger than him. Though he though falling in love would be easy, he can never gain Carramel's attention. The small curly haired girl may be unattainable, but maybe if he reached a little bit further, she would be his.

All my life, I've been the backup daughter. My sister Beatrice got everything—love, attention, the golden child treatment.I got leftovers and reminders I wasn't good enough. Until I discovered Niall,gorgeous Alpha from the neighboring pack,was my fated mate. Finally, my turn to be chosen. God, I was naive. Four years of engagement hell.Bleaching my hair to suit his tastes. Squeezing into tight dresses, playing his personal maid—only to hear I'd make a better servant than mate. All because his heart belonged to my sister. That night,I accidentally knocked over their picture frame. He slapped me. Hard. Said I'd never measure up to her. So I slapped him back, tore up their photo, and accepted rejection. I thought it was over. Until I caught them at the club, laughing about how pathetic my four years of trying had been. The whole engagement was their sick game. Drunk and furious, I did something reckless with my mysterious neighbor. Alpha Hudson —face carved by gods, danger in every perfectly tailored line. Most importantly, he's my ex's nemesis. So? Best sex of my life. I thought it was a one-night stand to forget. Wrong Again. He's richer than Niall, more powerful than my family, and infinitely more dangerous. And he's not letting me go. This time, I won't be anybody's second choice.

The Moon Goddess demands a mate. A tyrant demands obedience. She demands her freedom. In a werewolf society still grappling with a fragile peace, 18-year-old Cassy Blackwater lives a nightmare under the thumb of her father's murderer and the obsessive gaze of her stepbrother. Her only salvation is the Mating Ceremony, but when she finds her true mate in the form of Crown Prince Derick Silvermoon, she sparks a revolution. Josh, her tormentor, will stop at nothing to claim her, plunging the kingdom into a bloody civil war. As Cassy trains for battle and navigates the dangerous world of royal customs, she and Derick face a dire prophecy and a vengeful enemy. This isn't just a fight for their fated love; it's a war for every werewolf's right to choose their destiny. TRIGGER WARNINGS: ABUSE, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, SEXUAL COERCION, ASSAULT, GRIEF/TRAUMA.

Flora Argentine is ReedStone pack’s little loner and glad to be so. Everyone ignores her existence but not because she’s some glasses bearing, baggy clothes wearing nerd, but because her elder brother is the beta of the pack and no one wants to be involved with her. But Flora is perfectly fine with everyone avoiding her as she makes her way towards her last year at the university and leads a simple life without any complications or hardships...or does she? Clay Scotsman is the most popular guy in town and the ladies love him, which isn’t a problem since he loves them right back. The future Alpha of the pack, he has the looks of a Greek God and is a smooth talking charmer who always gets what he wants...except for Flora Argentine. He’s been obsessed with Flora for a very long time, but he dismisses it as simple physical attraction until one day he decides to hell with it and comes after Flora with all the charm he can master. But once he’s had a taste of her, he finds it nearly impossible to let her go. But Clay and Flora both know that they’re not mates and are dreading the day of Clay’s 28th birthday when he ultimately finds his mate. Is he going to leave her forever for a bond decided upon by the Gods? Or is he going to reject his mate to be with the girl he loves more than life itself? And what will happen when Clay’s mate claims him as hers?

"I'm sorry." He breathed between us, "Thank you for getting some sense into me. I don't know what I'd do without you India. You keep my head on right." "That's what friends are for." I smiled smally and he closed the distance between us, cupping my cheeks in his big hands, making me feel small and delicate. My heart rate picked up, my breathing stopped altogether as I held my breath, waiting for him to do something, to say something. "It's not just friends is it?" He whispered, his lips inches from mine. "All this time, I've tried so hard to fight it, to push you away, to block you out, but I can't. It's always been here, between us, and I told myself not to act on it, that you'd find your mate and you'd leave me, and it would have all been for nothing, but I can't do that anymore. I can't sit around and pretend that I'm not in love with you India. We find our mates any day now, and if it's not you, I'll understand, I know the chances are slim, but if I don't kiss you right now, I will regret it for the rest of my life." "If you do kiss me, and you find her, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." I whispered up at him, our breaths mixing in the air in front of us. He ignored me, his lips meeting mine so softly that I barely registered that they were there. I wrapped my arms around his torso then, pulling him closer to me as he deepened our kiss, his lips moving with mine like they'd been molded just for them. There were not cliche sparks, no sudden desire to fall into bed, no burning for him. This kiss was innocent, and the only one we would be bound to share. I didn't want it filled with regret. I wanted to cherish it, and I would, for the rest of my life. He pulled away slowly, resting his forehead against mine softly. "I'm not gonna say that I'm sorry, because i'm not." He breathed. I nodded, pulling myself into his arms as he wrapped his around me, resting his chin against my hair. "I love you India." He said softly. "I love you too Ty."

Anna and Rayne are two adopted sisters Whose lives turn when they learn that they are not human. In their journeys, they learn that they are royalties and they are more powerful than they could only dream of being. In their travels, they are invited by the Elders to the Blue Moon ball, or as the masses know it, The Mating Dance. There they dance and find love and also see death, The Beast, A creature cursed from long ago and knows only blood and death. But within all the confusion Anna gets taken away and everyone has to find her hoping that the beast has not taken her.

A mate is the person destined for us by the Moon goddess. She created a mate for each and everyone of her children and therefore trying to steal someone else's mate is a punishable offense. Well you see, people like Natasha don't just know when and how to give up. What a bitch! With an enemy lurking in the shadows, how will the young Alpha and his well talented and gifted mate bring about the peace and prosperity back to their Pack?

Update: Every Sunday Priscilla 'Riss' Gin Loren claimed that monsters killed her parents, but no one believed her. The doctors told her it was all a figment of her imagination brought on by the horrific tragedy she had gone through. Riss, however, was convinced that she was not insane and that what she experienced that night was real. When Riss moved to Domnhar town with her baby brother, strange things were constantly happening in her life, especially when she met Augustus who claimed her as his mate.

Returning from the healer, I spoke to our mate bond crystal, just as I always did. My crystal was a gift from Sean, a special totem meant to record and reflect the Alpha's daily activities, offering reassurance. “Send the pup’s scan to Sean.” The crystal didn’t answer with words. It answered with the sound of sex. My blood turned to ice. I scrambled for our mind-link. “Sean? Where are you? Are you in your car?” Silence. Then his voice, smooth as oil. “I’m in a meeting. Not in the car.” He chuckled. “Are you checking up on me?” The familiar sound of his voice calmed me, and I was about to tell him the crystal was malfunctioning. But he suddenly cut off the mind-link. The crystal’s voice echoed in the sudden quiet. “Projection starting now.” He was in his car. And he wasn’t alone.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!