"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+)
~Hunter
Sinking to my knees, I thrust my head under the surface of the water, scrubbing at my face and neck.
What a miserable few days it has been, running for my life.
Emerging above the surface, I tilt my head back, letting the dappled light shift over my face as I breathe in the balmy mid-afternoon air.
I'm in another Pack now, far from him.
He will be tracking me though. I need to keep moving.
I continue walking, weaving through the woods, grateful for the easy terrain. The lush forest floor has slowly morphed into flat grass, blissful to wander over.
My destination is still unknown. As far away as possible, and although I'm tired, far is still weeks away on foot.
My wary legs, blistering feet and sunburnt skin is irrelevant. No distance put between us will ever be enough.
"Hey!"
I pause, my breath catching in my throat.
Dread, cold and bitter claws my skin as I slowly turn toward the origin of the voice, assuming the worst.
A girl stands a few feet from me, staring at me with widened eyes. She looks more fearful of me than I her. Her hands are braced out in front of her, one holding a dagger.
"You can't be out here, it's a restricted area," she says uneasily, trying to force some confidence into her voice, although it wavers regardless.
I back up a tentative step. This is not good.
I'm weak - too weak to fight. Her figure is lithe, void of muscle and tone. And yet, the true fear at the sight of me allows me to conclude that I don't want to risk a confrontation.
Backtracking, however, would hurt my progress immensely, and give him time to gain on me...
I flinch, ready to flee, but the emergence of another figure appearing at the girl's side has me stopping.
It's a man, tall and dressed in gear I am envious of. I could do with that, to track through here elusively, and having that bow he wields wouldn't hurt either.
But with it loaded and pointing straight at me, I'd be lucky to get out of here with my life, let alone with any of his belongings.
"Stop right now, otherwise you will have to speak to the law of these lands," he growls, the pure authority of his tone rumbling through me.
Both their accents are vaguely similar to mine, although it's altered to suit their differing Pack.
I can't respond, any excuse lost on my lips.
They don't appear to recgonise me, thankfully. My hair is stark white - a trait my mother gifted me. Now it's a curse, considering it was what I was known for as the Alpha's daughter in my home Pack.
Now, I keep it pinned back beneath my hood.
"What's your name?" the girl asks tentatively.
"I don't have one," I respond after a moment of tense silence. I'm biding my time.
The pair exchange glances.
The man looks more than willing to shoot me, his stance and impressive stature suggesting he is a skilled fighter...
And a merciless one too. His arms and fingers don't so much as tremble from the exertion of holding that position.
"Everyone has a name. Lie to us again and I will shoot you," the man growls.
"Kaan, stop," the girl admonishes softly.
Related, I realise. They are related - likely brother and sister, considering they share a sharp, stunning facial bone structure, and their eyes are a similar green colour.
I take a slow step back. "Are you the authorities?"
The two exchange another glance, and the girl's lips quirk up slightly. "To some extent."
"I will leave. Which way shall I go?"
The man's gaze drops, blatantly looking over me as if he can decipher where I came from. He probably could too, but he makes no indication that he recognises me.
"The way you came," he mutters.
I look back from where I came, the soft grass trampled from my footsteps. I can't backtrack, not when my absence will be noted by now.
"I can't..." I say quietly.
It's not like I can explain it to them either. No one can be trusted to keep this information in their confidence, and if they really are the authorities, they will report my whereabouts straight to those pursuing me.
"You cannot cross into this territory this way. You must do so further down the border," Kaan explains, still keeping that arrow pointed straight at me.
Where he not such a terrifying sight, I may have found him attractive.
"You can't just let me through me?" I'm ready to beg.
The girl looks up at her brother. "Come on Kaan, she's not doing any harm."
"Anyone out in these parts alone, without authorisation, cannot be harmless," he tells her, never once lightening his gaze as it pins me.
It sounds as though he is teaching her, although she can't be much younger than him. In fact, she looks around my age.
"I can assure you I mean no harm. I'm only passing through this territory," I assure him.
"Tell us where you come from, and we will consider letting you through," the girl offers.
I shake my head. Lying comes to mind, but it's not followed by anything substantial enough to offer them. And with that arrow pointed straight at me, it's hard to think of anything other than getting out of this alive.
"I can't..." I repeat.
Kaan tilts his head slightly at the girl, almost looking to see if she would be upset if he shot me. "I'm afraid we are going to have to arrest you."
No. I can't let that happen.
I don't think, as I turn, dashing into the forest.
I can hear them pursuing me with hurried steps, although they are hardly as desperate as I am, as I jump over fallen logs, pushing through the underbrush as I make a frantic dash for my escape.
I'm almost convinced I'm successful, as the sound of their footsteps vanish, until something hits me in the back, and I go flying forward, landing amidst the grass, pain blooming from...from where I've been shot.
He shot me.
In the back, a burning sensation grows from the wound, the pain so overwhelming I can feel darkness creeping into my vision.
"No," I grit out, crawling through the grass, dragging the limp end of my body forward.
It's no use, my vision turning blurry, vibrant greens and mellow browns melting into one before darkness swallows me whole, and I fall unconscious.
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.
"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.
*Mature Content* (First installment of the Trial Series) *English Version* Juliette Kerson does not want to fall for the Alpha Kings scheme of luring in Wolves, forcing them to compete for a place in his pack by attending the Thirty Day Trial. She wants freedom, not discipline. But this year, she is nominated to compete, and she is no loser. Free spirited, Juliette catches the young Alpha's eye. But she also is the product of an unspeakable species called Skinwalkers. She's different, but keeping that from an interested Alpha proves harder then it seems, especially with Ace, the deadly Skinwalker with a secret lurking around.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
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