Mason Field became obsessed with Ayla Greenwood. And what would be a casual night turns into torment when both he and his wolf are hopelessly attracted to the girl. This wouldn't be a problem if Ayla had activated her curse, but a spell traps her wolf part, making her unpredictable and dangerous. Although he knows it is against the treaty established between humans and supernatural creatures, he intends to keep Ayla safe at all costs.
"Legend has it that in Ancient Greece, King Lycaon was fervently devoted to Zeus. He built a temple for Zeus in the city of Arcadia and, in honor of the god, performed human sacrifices. However, in violation of the sacred law of hospitality, the king sacrificed the lives of visitors to Arcadia. Zeus wanted to ascertain the truth and disguised himself as a pilgrim. Even though Lycaon's subjects suspected the visitor was a god, they invited him to a banquet and served him the flesh of their victims. Enraged, Zeus transformed Lycaon into a beast, thus giving rise to the first werewolf."
Nothing in Helltown was ordinary. That's what Ayla heard as soon as she arrived in the quiet and peaceful town chosen by her father, which, according to her mother, would help her get her life back on track. Without friends and the negative influences and distractions of a big city, Ayla had heard in the days leading up to the move that a small-town environment, with different values and some rules, would bring her back to the girl she was before Ash Daniels. Or, as they would often whisper when they didn't want her to hear, the cursed Ash.
But Ayla listened. From her upstairs bedroom, through the walls, as firewood burned in the neighboring house's fireplace and a child cried for being grounded on the street behind. She could smell the pizza box in the front yard and her mother's perfume, the same one she had used as long as she could remember. And she still felt the faint scent of death when Ash's eyes became cloudy and he passed away.
"Ayla," she heard her mother's voice and felt a gentle shake as her mother held her arm as if waking her from memories, perhaps the last ones of what she had left behind. "Come on, help me with the smaller boxes."
She silently agreed, pushing Ash out of her thoughts. She adjusted the hood of her coat over her head and grabbed a watermelon gum from her pocket. After a few hours of travel, she believed she might not be the perfect picture of the 'new girl.' However, she had the impression that the man with the pleasant voice who was talking to her father at that moment wouldn't mind that she had spent the last few nights without sleep. All she needed as soon as she got home was some coffee.
She found the sheriff handsome in his uniform, despite appearing too young for the position, with well-groomed hair, a faint dimple on his chin, and eyes the color of a storm. Tall, athletic, and with a scent that made Ayla realize she had never smelled anything like it before. It was intense, a mix of gray, blood, caramel, and something her senses didn't seem trained to identify. It was indescribable and concealed, as if something dark and cruel were lurking right there, beyond her eyes, nose, and ears. When he extended his hand to her, as she held it for a brief moment, Ayla could hear that his heart was beating normally.
"Mason Field," he smiled, his teeth white and immaculate. His mouth contorted dangerously into a half-smile, sending a shiver down Ayla's spine, much like when Ash had opened his arms on the edge of the terrace where her family lived. It was as if death were right in front of her.
"Ayla Greenwood," she replied, without a smile, only feeling the warmth of Mason's hand still tingling in hers as a warning to stay away from him.
"Ayla will be attending St. Anna High. We're all very excited about the move," Rose said, her eyes sparkling, as she adjusted her blond hair and tilted her face in a charming way, making Ayla wonder if her mother really wanted to play that ridiculous role.
"You'll like it there, miss. It's an excellent school," her voice sounded almost condescending, as if she were dealing with a child.
"I'm already starting to like it here," Aidan, Ayla's father, said. "Thank you, Sheriff, for the warm welcome."
"And don't forget, Mr. Greenwood, if you need anything, you can find me at the number I gave you," he pointed to the house on the left, "or at home."
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."
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."
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.