"Having two mates is almost impossible. But it's happened to me. And not only do I have two mates, one is an Alpha, and one is an Immortal. And both want to have me." Abella lived a simple up until the day she met her first mate. Cian is not just any immortal. He's a Sin, Greed, used to getting what he wants whenever he wants. He's dangerously handsome and upfront, declaring he wants Abella from the moment he lays eyes on her. Alpha Noah, her other mate and the ruler of her Pack has a dark secret. A secret no one would notice behind is calm, smooth facade he lives behind. Abella is left with a decision. She can only choose one mate, however, the choice isn't easy, when dealing with an Immortal and an Alpha. Especially when both want her as much as the other.
~Abella
"I can't explain it. I just feel watched."
My good friend lies upon my bed, flipping through a magazine, sipping out of her wine glass. She doesn't even look at me, too fascinated by the smiling models with perfect straight teeth and sharp cut abs, as pixualted as they might be upon her page. You can't help but love Samantha.
"Maybe you have a secret admirer," she offers, draining the rest of her glass. Alcohol is banned in the Harmony Pack, the fine being caught with it is steep. Consequently, we drink at the privacy of home. Well, Sam drinks. I don't like what it does to me.
"I'm being serious Sam. I feel like I walk home from work and someone is following me," I tell her firmly. It's been bothering me a lot recently, to the point I've been considering going to the authority about it.
"I think you're just paranoid." She isn't just dismissing me, there's a reason for her thinking that. The Harmony Pack keeps immaculately to its namesake. Crime here is non existent, aside from the petty crimes like smuggling alcohol that often gets revealed to authorities in ways people question but get no answer to. This place is simply perfect. Part of me thinks Sam only comes over every night to drink her wine in my home, since I live in a small apartment complex. No one really investigates us.I like it thought, since I don't have many other friends.
"Let's be realistic here. Maybe someone you work with thinks you're cute and is following you home to see where you live," she offers. "That's if you're not going crazy." I roll my eyes at her.
"Considering the fact that the only people I work with at the Post Office is my manager and the mailman, who are both over seventy years old, I doubt that's the case," I remind her, leaning back against my deck chair. She shrugs her shoulders, raising her eyebrow at em, suggesting clearly that age doesn't matter. I shiver.
"Anyways, it's curfew in twenty minutes and I have to get home," Sam says in one breath, folding the magazine up before tucking it under her arm. "Will you walk me to the end of the street again?"
It's been a trend of ours since she started coming to my house to visit. I don't particularly like it, but it makes her happy.
"I hope one day soon you get over this."
"I'd keep dreaming love." With linked arms, Sam and I walk down the street which is brightly lit by warm street lights above us. There is no reason to be fearful, even at night. Especially on a colder one like tonight, where everyone is inside, right before curfew. However, that feeling of being watched haunts me as I say goodbye to Sam.
"Be safe," I murmur, giving her a fleeting hug. She looks at me strangely, making a comment about how I'm paranoid and over thinking, before she walks off, dark blonde hair swaying down her back with every step. Taking a deep breath, I turn around and start my walk back. The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up, making me shiver. And then, the street lamp right above me flickers off.
Without thinking, I quicken my step, fumbling with the keys in my hand. I see someone approaching, which is strange but not rare. They wear dark trousers, but their top is a green shirt which is in no way intimidating. He's just going to walk past me and not even acknowledge me. Sam is right, I am paranoid. He does, however, stop right in front of me. He's a young looking kid with shaggy blonde hair and warm brown eyes. Regardless, I'm skeptical, warily trying to move around him until he speaks to me.
"Hi, sorry, I don't mean to just jump out at you like this, but I thought I would come say something to you since we live in the same building," he says. I bristle.
"Did you just move in?" I ask. I've never seen him before that I know of, and it sure is a strange way to greet your neighbour by approaching them in the street at night. He looks rather friendly and easygoing, however, with how I've been feeling lately, I don't want to take any chances.
"No, I've been there forever," he tells me, grinning widely. My jaw clenches, as I try to pair him to where he might be living. Regardless, I can't find a place for him, so I begin to take steps past him warily.
"I'm sorry, I know everyone who lives in the building, and I don't think you do," I say, trying to turn and walk away. He takes one more look at me, and lunges. I scream, dodging out of his grasp, his fingertips barely touching me before I take off into a run down the street. Thankfully, I reach the door to my apartment before he does.
Fumbling with my keys, I attempt to shove them in the door, trying to get my way back in. Looking over my shoulder, I see him running at me, that warm expression gone.
"Please, come on," I beg, as the key slips from the lock. I'm going to die. He's going to capture me and drag me into his car, and no one will ever see me again. I should never have ignored my gut feeling. Finally, the door opens, and I dive inside, slamming the door shut behind me.
Behind the glass, the stranger suddenly appears, banging loudly against the door. They are trying to break the glass... Stumbling back a few steps, I look into his crazed eyes, wondering how long he was stalking me for. Just before I was about to turn away, someone else appears at the door, dressed in all black, a hood pulled over their head so I couldn't see their face. Both are here to kill me. Both are going to get in here before I can get help. It seems I'm proved wrong though, as the hooded man grabs the back of the boys shirt, and rips him away from window, throwing him onto the pavement behind him.
I don't stick around to see what happened to either of them. I turn around, running for the elevator. Not even looking back, I move up to my floor, entering my apartment to lock it safely behind me. What just happened? Checking my lock again, I close all my curtains and turn all my lights off. Settling into a chair in the back of my room, I contemplate what to do next. I'm for sure going to call the authority after I sift through my mind at what just went on. All I know is that I got attacked by someone who may have been stalking me for awhile. And most importantly, someone saved me...
Sienna has been in love with her Alpha since she could remember. He's rough, dangerous and the epitome of raw sex appeal. The problem is, he is her best friend, and strictly off limits. Tradition mandates he marry a woman of noble birth, and that is not her. She knows this is for the best, until she becomes his mistress, and things start to change. As she falls for her best friend, she must reconcile a deadly secret she has been keeping from him for years, that could change everything. Onyx has sacrificed everything to become Alpha. So, not marrying for love shouldn't be such an issue. His entire life he has denied his feelings for his best friend, until he is forced to take her as his mistress to grant her protection. With threats growing against them, and when his prospective wife candidates start showing up murdered, he make some difficult decisions.
On a quiet Spring morning, Avila awoke, six months after her death. By some miracle, she was suddenly alive, with no memory of her life. Confused, Avila is thrust into a world of where she is a Princess with a secretive family who battles a vicious rebellion. And, she is engaged to a wealthy, handsome Prince who couldn't stand who she was before she died. Avila is forced to piece together her previous life while making sense of her current one, but with a rebellion member who is in love with her, and the attraction growing between her and the Prince, things are only getting more complicated.
"I can't tell what is real and what is a dream," I murmur, looking up to his silver eyes, glistening mist swirling within his irises. "But I know I can't hold myself back from you any longer. Luella has been having the same dreams every night involving two silver eyed men, who remain elusive during the day, but come alive from the shadows by night. After visiting a therapist who tips Luella off on what could be the cause of these dreams, the start to become more frequent, to the point she can no long tell the difference between dream and reality. Who are these silver eyed men? One wants her desperately until he doesn't, while the other is always there when she needs him, until he is not. That is, until she swears she is seeing them in her waking life. And suddenly, her dreams might just be coming to life.
Having survived the River, Akara wakes alone, and with a decision to make. Find Marek, the mysterious hunter who saved her life through deception and lies? Or find Taius, the King, who's lies are coming to the surface. And through the decision on who to trust, Akara must battle through her emerging powers, and her torn feelings between Marek and Tai. And her decision will reveal a connection far deeper than what she ever thought she was capable of.
“I...I’ve never had an orgasm before!” I blurt out, backing away a few steps. He sits up, dark hair ruffled and messy from the fingers I ran through it. His eyes, once wide, slowly darken. “You what?” He breathes. *** Running from a dark past, a girl stumbles into a territory ran by a notorious Alpha. He's cold, dangerous and poisons her, forcing her into his proximity. But she harbours a dark secret, which when revealed to the wrong people, causes her to become tied to the Alpha in an arranged marriage that reveals more about them than anticipated... Including the bond they share when they touch. And the Alpha too has a secret, an obsession. For her. __ Themes: Fated Mates, Forced Proximity, Arranaged Marriage, Werewolf (Alpha), Romance, Smut, Dominance. (18+)
"So you're a virgin, then." He says it so blatantly it rattles me to the core. "No! I mean, would it matter if I were?" "I suppose not," he muses, his gaze shifting back to me. "But when I look at you, I want to violently fuck you until you cannot move for days." ---- On a hiking trip with a friend, Meara accidently breaks an ancient curse, releasing a powerful Alpha from another time. He wants revenge from who imprisoned him as much as he wants her, and Meara may be the only one who can stop him. But she has a life she isn't ready to give up. And yet, there is no escaping a seductive Alpha and a deadly curse that has been unleashed across her Pack that threatens her life.
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
"You're pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted.