About DESTINY DISGRACED
The Talon Pack continues with a new twist to the Packs and a revelation no one was prepared for. Mitchell Brentwood is aware that others think he’s the harsh taskmaster Beta trying to keep his Pack alive, but they only see what he wants them to know. He’d once thought he had his path laid out before him, but when his future was violently ripped away, he vowed he’d never let anyone close again—especially not a young wolf from a traitorous Pack. Dawn Levin may be younger than the war that destroyed her people, but she knows she must still pay for their sins. She’s ready to find her way in this new world where wolves and humans blend as one, but first, she needs to fight her attraction to the dark wolf that stands in her way. While the two struggle with their feelings and burning attraction for each other, they can’t ignore the world that shakes beneath their feet. There is a new enemy on the horizon, one with revenge and the unknown on their minds. An adversary that might be closer than they realize. Add DESTINY DISGRACED to your Goodreads list here! DESTINY DISGRACED is available now - pick up your copy today!✦Amazon http://amzn.to/2oIxeFN ✦iBooks http://apple.co/2cXaajT ✦Barnes & Noble http://bit.ly/2n1AC00 ✦Kobo http://bit.ly/2fyQpxx ✦Google Play http://bit.ly/2mL3EPq ✦Amazon Paperback http://amzn.to/2kr6P0O See the DESTINY DISGRACED trailer!“Thank you for doing this,” Dawn said as she wiped the sweat from her brow with her forearm. “I know you have plenty of other things to do, and coming into a non-Pack to show us how to defend ourselves wasn’t on the agenda, but you did it anyway. So, thank you.” He shook his head. “It’s what any Pack should do. And I know Jasper, the former Beta of the Redwoods, is stopping by, as well.” The Redwoods’ new generation had recently taken over the hierarchy, but Jasper, one of Mitchell’s friends and confidantes, had time on his hands these days to help the Centrals. It didn’t hurt that Jasper was also Brie’s father and connected to the Talons in that way, as well. With so many connections between the Redwoods and Talons, sometimes it was as if they were one large Pack with two Alphas instead of two distinct groups. Oddly enough, with all they’d been through, Mitchell didn’t mind that as much as he probably should. “I like Jasper,” Dawn said with a smile. “He and his mate are sweet and really do their best to help us figure out what kind of Pack we need to be. Plus, I love the fact that they’re also Brie’s parents and Fallon’s grandparents. You can tell they love their daughter so much, and they still watch over her even though she’s mated to an Alpha. There’s just so much history there, you know?” Mitchell nodded, the subject of mates setting him on edge as always. “We all have history,” he said slowly. “Some good. Some bad.” The light in her eyes died, and he knew he hadn’t said the right thing. She was born into the most infamously traitorous Pack, after all. She knew all about the wrong side of history. “Shit, I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. You didn’t mean it like that, and I’ve spent my whole life the daughter of a Central. Others have it way worse than I do because they were actually alive during the war and have scars some can see, many you can’t. I’m just me.” He wasn’t aware he was standing right in front of her, the heat of her skin warming his, until he had her cheek in his palm. “I don’t think you could ever be just you.” Damn it, what was he saying? He needed to get out of there, needed to go home and never look at this woman again. “Mitchell?” In answer, he once again proved himself a fucking idiot and kissed her. Unlike before, this wasn’t a hot and heavy, barely breathing, needing you kiss. This was softer, tempting, and sweeter. And because of that, it hurt that much more. He pulled away, resting his forehead on hers. “Fuck.” “What are we doing?” she asked, her voice small. The wrong thing. He didn’t say that, though. He’d already been an ass to her once, and she’d done nothing to him except be the tempting woman she was. It wasn’t her fault that she wasn’t his mate. Wasn’t her fault that his mate had died years ago and left him a broken shell of a man who didn’t understand how to do anything except walk in the shadows of the life he’d once lived in secret. “I don’t know,” he finally answered, his voice equally as soft. Whatever it was, though, he knew they’d both lay broken and bleeding in the end. He didn’t know any other way.
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