A small smirk crept up on Adrian's face and a very dirty image ran through my mind, making my face burn. Oh Goddess.... If it had been just me alone, I might have just let my fingers slip between my thighs. It was like a porn movie was going through my head. I didn't know about Aiden and Logan but Adrian could surely smell my arousal from where he was. I wanted him to fucking stop this invasion of my thoughts; I didn't want him to toy with my mind like this anymore. Adrian's naked image in my brain smirked at me and said, "You can't stop this, Celeste. Not until everyone in this fucking room gets it into their head that you are mine." ******************************* A/N: From Chapter 47 onwards, the locked chapters repeat, with lesser number of coins needed ******************************* Moon Winters, a simple woman leading a simple life among humans, is suddenly thrust into a world full of Werewolves, Vampires and Witches. Her entire life turns out to be a lie and she realises that she is far from being a human. With only her two inner voices and her gut feeling to guide her, she has to find out a way to survive... And make a choice between her two mates - the dangerously seductive, Alpha King Adrian Wolfe and Vampire Kingdom's hot and charming-as-hell, Second In-command Aiden Vamp. While Adrian Wolfe is already married to his pregnant wife, Aiden has other secrets to hide. Will she find out in time? Or will it be too late for her?
She's here.
Of all the places, where I thought I would find her, she met me where I hadn't expected in the least.
Of all the times, when I thought I'd finally find her and make her mine, she's here and I didn't know what to do.
This was supposed to be a boring meeting; something for the sake of keeping up appearances. I had never thought that my entire world would turn upside down today.
For fuck's sake, I've waited for years for her to come to me, where she belonged. I waited for fate to intervene every time I lost hopes of ever finding the one destined for me.
And I find her here, with humans.
She looked just like every man's wet dream, her tight fitting dress was clinging to her curves, making my fists clench beside me. Her delectable body could bring every sane man to his knees, and those eyes - those sparkling, warm eyes - held a flare of desire that sent tingles straight to my hardening coçk. She could see my lingering gaze on her breasts, and I could see how her peaks pebbled in response. My gaze traveled down to the slim waist and then to the flare of her hips, longing to feel my fingers digging into her soft flesh while I pounded into her like the animal I was.
And then she parted her lips, softly gasping out a greeting, "Welcome, Mr. Wolfe."
I struggled to maintain my composure.
Right there and then, I wanted to ravish her mouth and bruise her lips with wild kisses. Her scent was teasing my nostrils, her arousal and something else.
It smelt like she had been in her heat - the after-scent made it difficult to keep myself in control around her colleagues. I wondered what I'd have done had we met while alone. I was fortunate enough that her heat had ended and not begun, because no amount of people could have stopped me from taking her on the conference table if that had been the case.
My coçk hardened more at the vulgar images that ran through my mind, the things I'd have done to her, if there hadn't been so many humans around us.
She stood there, looking as beautiful and as innocent as a doe, with her eyes wide and lips parted. Her cheeks were flushed with obvious lust that was coursing through her for me, and I wondered if she was feeling just as out of control as I was.
Fucking hell!
My trousers wouldn't be able to hide my arousal if someone were to glance down even for a moment, which she did.
Her hand was outstretched for a handshake and she bit her lip, the action sending sparks straight to my crotch. I took her hand and shook it firmly, relishing the electricity sparking the tension between us and in the air surrounding us.
Only she could make me feel this way. No one ever had, and I knew no one ever would make me feel the same.
She was the only one made for me.
She heaved in a deep breath, as she felt the same, and I could see she was surprised with herself. I was used to such reactions from females around me and paid no heed to them, but this woman's attention was more than welcome.
It was more than a 'love at first sight' for me.
But I couldn't curse her enough for her timing. I shook my head, wanting to focus on the meeting and not drool over the woman who would make me embarrass myself if she kept staring at me like that.
The entire meeting was a torture - I could fucking read her eyes as if I had known her for my entire lifetime. I could see the subtle movements whenever she clenched her thighs together, and then glancing at the table as if fantasizing me fucking her on it. It made me harder than I had ever been, and I had barely touched her.
If that was not all, her scent was making my mind go wild. Her arousal overpowered her natural scent, making it difficult for me to decipher her true form.
Our gazes connected, and a silent exchange promised nights of wet dreams which would star only her.
Moon Winters.
That woman was killing me. But I had to remind myself to stay in control.
She was late; had she come in my life years earlier, it would have been a piece of cake to make her mine and ravish her in the way I wanted to.
But now I had responsibilities; I had made decisions which would result in chaos if she ever stepped into my world.
She was safe here, wasn't she? Innocent and unknowing, living among humans for Goddess knows how long. Reminding me of the Goddess, I wondered what she had in mind when she decided for my way to through such a huge curveball in my now stable life.
No, this wasn't right. Did she even know what she was destined for? Perhaps not; if she did, she'd have stepped out of human bounds long ago.
It was for the best, leaving her here and letting her life be. This way, she wouldn't create a chaos in my world, and my world wouldn't make a chaos out of her life.
My heart sank in my gut, making a part of me twist with pain at the thought of leaving her here, alone, when she was destined to be by my side forever; the part that was already deeply and irrevocably in love with her. I wanted to yell at the world, scream at my fate for bringing me to a point when the thing I wanted the most since I was a child was right in front of me yet I couldn't fucking do anything but push her away.
Mate. She was my mate.
She was mine.
But I wish I could say the same about myself for her. The part of me longed to be hers and hers completely, to have her in my arms, my bed, my palace and my throne.
I wanted to give her the world that she deserved.
But I had already given mine to another, and now I couldn't leave her for Moon.
My life was going to turn into my worst nightmare.
He chose not to trust me, I chose not to win him back. He chose to act like I never existed, I decided to move on with my life. He chose not to love me again, I tried to do the same. But I couldn't. I decided that it was for the best that I steered clear of him and never crossed his paths ever again, but my already fucked-up fate showed me the finger and decided that it would do what it wanted. Even if it meant breaking my heart all over again. **************************** Noelle Hayes was finally leading a peaceful life - away from her millionaire ex-boyfriend and his tumultuous world. Confident as she was, that he wouldn't come after her and find out about their secret child, she continued on, not knowing that an unwanted reunion was around the corner and this time, he wasn't giving up easily. Sebastian Daniels once again has to face his ex, after six years, and the betrayal is still fresh on his mind - but just as alive is his love for her in his heart. The present brings up many questions on his mind, the foremost being - What really happened all those years ago? And what was she hiding from him? **************************** A/N- The story picks up from Ch 13
Terrence didn't waste a moment in pressing me up against the kitchen counter. "When..." He growled in my ear, "When we will be getting married, I will be your only king, do you get my point? Only one queen, no misters or mistresses. Just me, just you, and yeah, our babies." I shivered. ************************* Alyssa Reynolds found herself in a situation, while returning home from work, and she had three choices: 1. Simply walk away and forget that you ever heard the sound of wailing infants. 2. Call the police and inform them about the innocent wails. 3. Follow the sounds of the wails and take the matter in your hands, deciding what to do later. Being a kindhearted soul and a sucker for babies, she found herself choosing the third option, finding the two little lives. Two little lives that changed her whole life, her love life included. Her life now revolved around the babies as diapers, vomit and shit seemed to surround her. Just when she thought that now it's just her and the babies, her whole world flipped over and she found herself living under the same roof as the egotistical, obnoxious and hot-as-hell Terence Powers, the business tycoon who was not going to let the woman fend off for herself and the babies alone.
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
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?
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?