A Lycan Alpha wants revenge. The Fox, the most feared, unknown assassin is sent to do the job. But the target is no walk in the park. And the job is more tasking than expected. The Fox gets thrown into a world of dangerous Lycan billionaires and when Sparks begin to fly, will she give in or will she kill it. This is my first book here. Update is from time to time. Might be daily if I get more than five comments.
The room was shrouded in darkness, a sanctuary of tranquil peace. The air thick with black smoke, wafting from a big cigar lodged in between two fingers.
He brought the cigar to his lips, took a long drag and puffed it into the smoky air, obscuring his vision of his darkened office.
Smoking was a last resort. It pulled him into a deep sense of serenity when stress rattled his mind and anger boiled his blood.
Tonight it was sadness that threatened to send him spiraling into a killing frenzy and though Cayden Wilder could afford ripping fragile humans to shreds he found no joy in it.
In the silence broken only by his puffing of smoke into the tranquil air, a shrill sound pierced through the smoky calm.
With a certain level of measured grace, or maybe fear of what was to come, his hand reached out into the darkness broken by the silvery light of a phone on the table.
He picked up the phone and a second later, his rumbling voice thick and ragged sounded. "Speak."
"She...she h-has passed Alpha," the hoarse anxious voice on the other end of the line said.
The silence that followed was like a cloak falling over the room. He brought the cigar to his lips, took a long drag that would be impossible if he were human and didn't puff out. The smoke burned in his chest, hot and familiar like the pain slowly making its way into his heart and blood.
He crushed the cigar between his fingers before he demanded. "When?"
"N...now. I-I watched it happen. I'm sorry Alpha." The anxious voice was truly sorry, Cayden heard it in the sharp intake of breaths and the frazzled tone of voice.
It didn't matter, by the time he was done, the entire world would be sorry.
"The doctors c-couldn't take out the silver fragments lodged in her heart," the voice added. "They tried, Alpha. They really did."
"Have you called my mother?" He watched the remains of the crushed cigar fall away through his fingers and land on his lap.
"N-No."
Of course they wouldn't call her before him. He was the Alpha, the chain of command and he just lost the one true friend he ever had.
"Call her and bring my sister home." He ended the call and placed his phone back on the table.
He should've been there with her. When he heard the news of her accident, his first instinct had been to abandon everything and fly to her but things didn't work out that way. His sister was a Lycan, his worry easily abated until they began to fill him in on the specifics of her accident.
Eleven hours after her 'accident', she was dead.
He leaned back into his chair as the first tear slipped out from his eye and ran down his cheek.
A deep chasm quaked open in his heart and he knew nothing would ever fill it.
Not even revenge.
But as the smoke lingered in the weighted silence of the room, a swirling pit of fire opened in his chest.
He closed his eyes and opened a mind-link.
'Kio,' he called into the void between linked minds.
A response came swiftly. 'What do you need, Alpha?'
'The Fox.'
A short beat of silence followed his command, before the disembodied voice filtered into his mind.
'What has happened? Has Amelia-'
'Kio. Get. Me. The. Fox.'
He closed the mind-link and opened his eyes into the darkness. More tears ran down his cheek, the sadness so palpable he tasted it and it choked him.
His sister had died.
A wide black vacuum where she once existed and he wasn't even fucking there! To hold her hand, to assure her he would kill those responsible, to see her cool ocean eyes once more before they closed forever.
Revenge was the only word that played in his head and chilled his skin.
He bolted up from his chair and was out the door in a flash as rage consumed him.
The room returned to its perfect darkened peace, thickened with cigarette smoke.
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.