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    Moon Thrall
    Moon Thrall
    Moon Thrall
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    Moon Thrall

    By Mel Teshco

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    Elyse Wellston escapes from her brutal, violent ex-fiance to a remote cabin in Australia. Fearing for her life, Elyse knows it doesn't make sense for her to react the way she does upon meeting the enigmatic Dane Maddox.
    Only when she discovers he is a werewolf and she is his weren—his mate and a werewolf herself—does she begin to understand the hot, sexual yearning within. No longer does she need to act out a desire she doesn't feel. Dane is everything she wants. But will her ex end her happiness and her sexual fulfillment before it even has a chance to begin?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMel Teshco
    Release dateJun 9, 2019
    ISBN9781393082019
    Moon Thrall
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    Mel Teshco

    Mel Teshco lives in the beautiful country of QLD Australia, where the open spaces of her acreage, fondly called 'the block', gives her room to breathe. When she isn't writing or dreaming of writing, she is often found gazing out the window at the surrounding mountains and thinking how very lucky she is. With one semi-patient husband, three gorgeous girls, two fat horses, one crazy Belgian shepherd and three cats who run the house, writing has (mostly) kept her sane.

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      Moon Thrall - Mel Teshco

      MOON THRALL

      by Mel Teshco

      Moon Thrall

      By Mel Teshco

      Text copyright © 2015 Mel Teshco

      All Rights Reserved

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      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

      This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy.

      Cover Art by Kellie Dennis at Book Cover by Design

      www.bookcoverbydesign.co.uk

      Table of Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter One of Shadow Hunter

      Chapter One

      The werewolf sank onto his belly among the tall, brittle grass, staying motionless and ever watchful as he peered over the rim of a fissured escarpment knotted with weeds. A log cabin some forty yards below sat smack bang in the middle of a bare paddock, scorched dry by a long gone Australian summer and a seemingly endless drought. Only a distant line of gum trees broke the desolation, framing the night sky like shadowy sentinels.

      He shifted restlessly. His werewolf muscles, used to the flex and shift of a loping run, were stiff from his vigil that had seen him return here these last two nights. Beneath his thick black pelt his skin prickled with anticipation. The waiting was the hardest. Sheer willpower alone kept him frozen in place even when he was primed to explode from the thicket of yellowed grasses.

      But there’d be no racing against fate. With the moon big and fat on the horizon, soon there would be no more waiting, no more hiding.

      There were no signs of life inside the cabin. No lights broke the darkness, no television screen flickered. Not even a wisp of fireplace smoke lingered in the crisp winter air. A mortal would assume the dwelling was unoccupied. The werewolf knew better.

      He slunk lower still in the tall, dry grass, whining low as his ears pricked forward, alert to the sudden movement inside the cabin. The woman, his weren, had awakened. Seconds later the door swung open. She appeared in the doorway, very much alone, the moonlight turning her long red-gold hair to flame. The werewolf’s tongue slipped out, sweeping a semicircle around his whiskered muzzle. She looked surreal in her virginal, high-necked and long-sleeved sheer white dress.

      The full moon lit up her slender silhouette and showcased the swell of her breasts, her almost flat belly and the dark triangle of her pussy between her thighs.

      A growl rumbled deep in his chest, his belly tightening. But still he didn’t move, though he could feel the vibrations of her emotions—anxiety, confusion, lust. The latter would intensify very quickly after her change, until every other sentiment would cease to exist, cease to matter.

      He had hoped she’d come to realize she wasn’t dreaming, hoped her subconscious would come to terms with her psyche long before she’d arrived here. But it was obvious she was clueless.

      Most werewolf parents chose not to break the news to their children of their birthright, preferring they enjoyed a normal childhood—and indeed, for a short time, adulthood—for as long as possible. But in his experience, it was better a werewolf knew and accepted who they were well before their first complete transition on their twenty-fifth birthday. Well before the thrall of the full moon, and its sexual pull, overcame them.

      Even now, unbeknownst to her, the male in him was stimulating her senses, inciting her change and a deep yearning for her wolf-mate. His hunger for her was twofold. He whined again, watching her stumble outside, her hands pressed to her belly.

      He lifted his snout, scenting the air, tasting her pheromones. Need lanced straight to his loins, turning his whine into a barely restrained howl. But he would not approach her now. Her transition was almost upon her. The agony of change would, for a few minutes at least, override all else.

      The woman abruptly flung back her head, the moonlight flooding her pale face. She spread her arms wide and laughed aloud, spinning like a top to a rhythm she had yet to understand.

      His eyes narrowed, distorting the vivid abstract colors of his werewolf sight. It was time to make himself known.

      Chapter Two

      Elyse Wellston laughed again, the sound even more discordant and shrill. No surprise. She’d known these last few days she was going stir-crazy. Her emotions, which were already shot to pieces, had been seesawing right off the charts.

      After close to five years of living with a possessive, carefully masked madman, she’d chosen now to break down? She was only glad Caleb, her monster of a fiancé—ex-fiancé—hadn’t yet succeeded in tracking her down to witness her slide into insanity.

      She swallowed. If she stuck to her plan, stayed solitary, invisible, she had at least half a chance to outmaneuver his far-reaching tentacles, his powerful influence.

      Her belly cramped, much more painfully than what she’d experienced just minutes earlier. She bent over double. Laughter skidded into a strangled gasp, sweat beading on her forehead and upper lip. Pain, sharp and intense, exploded behind her eyes, a tunnel vision of swirling, too-brilliant colors. Her legs collapsed beneath her and she slumped to her knees with a groan, her throat convulsing, her skin rippling.

      What is happening to me?

      Further coherent thought fled. She heard the bones in her forearms crack almost simultaneously to her scream of pain, an agony that intensified and moved, seemingly growing. The muscles in her legs bunched, squeezing tight. And then her screams lost all volume as those same muscles tore apart, shredding under the intense pressure.

      But it was only when the bones completely gave way, snapped like toothpicks before jagging into her flesh, that she came to understand the true concept of physical suffering.

      She’d experienced more than her fair share of pain. A dislocated jaw, two broken fingers along with bruised and swollen eyes on more than a few occasions. Her fiancé’s loving hands had also broken one

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