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Series: Star Moon Pack Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 118781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)

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In a world where fated mates are a gift from above, I was rejected by one, and taken by another.

My fated mate rejected me, but that didn’t stop his twin brother from claiming me as his toy.
I’m nothing more than an outcast of the Star Moon pack.
For years I’ve been bullied and treated less than by my peers because I’m unable to shift into my wolf form.
Wilde forces me to face every part of myself, in ways I never imagined possible. He may not be the mate fate brought into my path… but he sees the darkness in my soul, and makes me want more of it.

**This is a dark rejected mates shifter romance and is NOT a standalone. It contains material that might be triggering to some readers.**

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LILI

You’d think being the daughter of the beta of the Star Moon Pack would keep me from getting my ribs broken on the regular.

Turns out, not even that can help.

“Faster, Liliana. Faster. Damnit. Just move faster.”

I’ve heard that before; too many times to count. It doesn’t matter how fast I am or how much I push myself to practice. Even against the younger wolves that I’m constantly training with. Even those pups are stronger, and faster, and better.

All because they can do the one single thing a wolf should be able to do: shift.

The one thing I’ve never been able to accomplish. Time. Magic. Space. None of it has helped, and I feel the absence of my wolf every single moment of every single day.

Breathe, Lili.

The same wolves that I train with constantly are the ones that take every opportunity they can to remind me of my failures. My rank in the pack means nothing. Even if my father wasn’t who he is, they would find a way to bruise me, break me, or humiliate me. It’s like they need to remind me of how useless I am or what a burden I am on the pack because I can’t shift yet.

Riley, the pack trainer, is waiting for me to acknowledge his useless advice. I nod, wincing as I press a hand to my side. Yes, that’s at least one broken rib moving around in a way it shouldn’t. At least I know it’ll be healed come nightfall. Tomorrow morning, at the latest. I might not be able to shift, but I still heal like a wolf.

“And what are all of you doing?” he shouts at the others, the trio I was fighting off when my ribs decided they had enough. Hannah, Christian, and Dexter exchange looks at one another, attempting to appear innocent like they didn’t mean to attack and hurt me. I could roll my eyes so hard right now. Instead, I force myself to stand upright, and they circle me like vultures.

They know they hurt me, but I don’t have to show them that. I don’t have to let my weaknesses bleed out of me like a wound that never heals. I shake off the pain, and even though every breath burns like fire, I face them without flinching.

Hannah lunges first, but she’s the slowest of the three. It isn’t a challenge to knock her on her ass with a quick toss over my hip. “Hannah!” Riley bellows. “There is no excuse for that.” Right, because I’m the pack’s weakest link. There’s no excuse for letting me have even a tiny victory.

Christian pays me back with a flurry of jabs to my already wounded side. I grit my teeth against a scream while driving an elbow into his face. The crunch of bones is beyond satisfying. He falls back with a hand over his spurting nose. A smile tugs at my lips, but I’m not done yet.

Dexter steps forward, takes me by the shoulder, and spins me before I can react. He holds me in place by wrapping an arm around my neck, an arm he tightens until my eyes bulge out of my skull. I claw at him and drive my elbow into his ribs over and over again, but it’s no use. He might as well be made of steel, which I know very well. After all, he’s been hurting me for as long as I can remember.

“I broke the right side. How about we let Hannah take care of the other side, too?” he murmurs in my ear, chuckling when I gasp for air. “I can’t have all the fun. It wouldn’t be fair.”

Right. Because anything about this is fair.

Hannah smiles nastily before delivering a vicious kick to my as-yet-uninjured left side. Not that it’s never been injured before—I don’t think there’s a bone in my body that hasn’t at least been cracked over the years. Not even my skull.

That doesn’t mean the fire that explodes in my ribs is anything I could get used to. The world goes foggy for a few seconds in the aftermath. I slump in Dexter’s arms, putting more weight on my already constricted windpipe.

I catch myself before passing out, though, and find my footing a moment before he releases me. “Too easy,” he announces to the laughter of those who stopped training to watch me get my ass kicked.

“Okay, enough.” Riley claps his hands briskly. “Back to work.” Christian and Hannah both shoot me dirty looks before returning to the group they were instructing before deciding to demonstrate their technique on me. “Dexter, the same goes for you.”

He throws a disdainful look my way. “Go to the healers, and make sure you haven’t punctured a lung.” While my bones will knit back together on their own, one or more ribs might need to be adjusted if they’re poking into my lungs. Right now, my entire torso is blazing with pain, and I can only take tiny little sips of air without it feeling like I’m being stabbed.

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Violent Beginnings (The Moretti Crime Family #2) Read Online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman http://www.wownovels.com/violent-beginnings-the-moretti-crime-family-2-read-online-j-l-beck-cassandra-hallman Sat, 28 Nov 2020 19:44:03 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/violent-beginnings-the-moretti-crime-family-2-read-online-j-l-beck-cassandra-hallman Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Authors: Cassandra Hallman, J.L. Beck Series: Cassandra Hallman
Series: The Moretti Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 111428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Violent Beginnings (The Moretti Crime Family #2)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman
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The deal was sealed the moment she stepped onto that stage. It was like seeing a ghost. Sunshine blonde hair, pale skin, and azure eyes that held a thousand secrets. I didn’t know what caused her to end up on that auction block. And I didn’t care either. All I knew was that I had to have her…no matter the cost. One-million dollars later and she became just that. Mine to break. Mine to use. Mine to keep. We all have secrets, and when I discover hers, no one will be able to save her from me. This is a complete standalone, 100k+ word novel. It contains dark themes, including violence and sexual situations. As always there is no cheating, and a happily ever after.
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Prologue

Markus

Blood. It coats everything with warmth. Each rivulet is like a brush of paint against a white canvas. It surrounds me. Drowning me in its darkness. I did this. I killed her. Staring down at her beautiful face, I realize I’ll never be able to see her smile, never be able to hold her hand in mine again. Her blue eyes will never shine with excitement at my presence. I’ll never hear her say my name again. She is gone.

My insides twist as if someone is trying to twirl them with a fork.

You did this.

You killed her.

I look away, but the blood is still there.

There is no escaping what I’ve done.

“We have to go, Markus,” my friend, Anthony, calls, his voice filled with panic.

I can’t move, can’t breathe. Police sirens echo in the distance, but the dooming fate they bring doesn’t faze me. All I see is her face, her pale, cold skin, her lifeless eyes. Her name forms on my lips, but I can’t get the word out. Not that speaking her name would make her answer. Not with a bullet lodged in her skull.

“Markus! Let’s go. She’s dead.” Anthony speaks a truth that I feel in my soul. I can barely get my body to move; my legs feel like jello. All I want to do is lie here beside her and cradle her body against mine.

She’s dead.

“We have to go, Markus. If they catch us, you’ll go to prison for sure. Moretti will kill you!”

Somehow, I manage to get my legs to move. Pushing off the concrete, I can’t pull my gaze from her.

Dead. Gone. My future. Taken in a second.

I feel a tug on my shirt and realize Anthony is physically pulling me toward the car. Part of me feels I deserve to go to prison and pay the ultimate price but the fact I am still breathing, and she is not, will be my suffering.

On unsteady feet, I stumble backward, letting Anthony pull me to the car. The sirens grow louder, and I feel pain and anger. Anger that she was here when she shouldn’t have been, anger toward myself, and to the fuckers that shot her.

By the grace of God, I make it into the SUV, and we race away just as the first sight of lights flash across the rearview mirror.

“Did you know that girl?” Anthony huffs from the driver’s seat, his hands trembling as he drives.

I contemplate telling him, yes, but it’s none of his concern. The plan was to keep her sheltered from the darkness that followed me.

“No,” I reply dryly, feeling the sting of tears in my eyes. Peering out the window, I blink the fucker away. Men don’t cry. They don’t show weakness.

“Oh, well, it looked like you knew her. I’ve never seen you like that…”

“I didn’t,” I growl, because again, admitting such a thing would only make me look weak. Still, deep down inside, I admit the truth. I more than knew her. She was a part of me.

I might not have pulled the trigger, but I killed her just the same.

I killed the love of my life, and I’ll have to live with that so long as I remain breathing.

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Fallon

Sacrifice. That sums up my life. Like a cow before going to the butcher, I’m being prepared for auction, where I’ll be placed on a block for a group of men to purchase me like I’m inhuman, nothing more than an item.

I’ve tried to prepare myself for today, knowing what’s to come. At least on the outside, I attempt to look like a warrior, while on the inside, I’m a leaf shaking in the wind, barely hanging on.

I’ve been held prisoner for the last three days. They grabbed me off the sidewalk while I was walking home from a college class. In the dark, no one heard my screams or saw me, overcome with fear, afraid about what would happen next, fighting as they shoved me into the back of the van. I push those memories into the recesses of my mind.

I want to forget the small, cold cell I was kept in without clothes or a blanket. I want to forget it all. The worst part was the dark. There was no window or light in my cell—only darkness. Sometimes bugs would crawl on me, but I couldn’t see anything.

Now, light and noise surround me. It’s overwhelming. The four other girls are crying, some sobbing uncontrollably. I pride myself on not crying in front of the men who are about to sell us. I’ve cried enough in the last three days to last me a lifetime. I’m done crying. No amount of begging or pleading will convince these monsters to let me go.

Naked as the day I was born, I stand with the girls, each one of us different from the next. We’ve only just met since we were kept alone before today, but alone or together, I already feel a connection to each one of them.

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The Moretti Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck

J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman