Novelas de Soberbooks

Serafine's POV His touch was hot and rough against me. The contact was electric and I shivered as I became quiet for a moment, puzzled, focused at the place where our skins touched. Did he notice this or was I imagining? His face was pressed against the side of my buttock and his hot and ragged breath fell on my skin. I could feel his fingers digging in the flesh of my thighs or were they his sharp claw-like nails? He muttered curses as he carried me, gripping me tightly with both his hands. I kicked and flailed but he carried me effortlessly back. The man had hard muscles all over and I felt I was hitting a brick wall. This couldn't be happening. I was desperate to run. One week without sunlight, without friends and family in a small room. My mother was out there all alone, nervous and trying to find me, whereas my existence had come to a stagnant state, punctuated by occasional beatings. I ran twice and I was caught twice. What rotten luck. "Leave me!" I begged through my tea

Alpha Bran’s POVMy wolf was furious that she was sitting with other men. He wanted to break free and run along the side of the jeep behind us where our mate was. Her mouthwatering vanilla and Lavender scent was firing my senses even at this distance. Why would Moon Goddess give me a human to protect? And especially this weak one? She was not even eighteen, petite and so fragile that I could snap her neck in two with my bare hands in a fraction of a second. And if I tried to fuck her, I would tear her apart. I gnashed my teeth even thinking that I would fuck her. No, I won't touch her.I was sitting in the SUV with Saskia, holding her hand like I was holding for life, trying to leash thoughts and my restless wolf. I clenched my jaws so hard that my teeth hurt. Not realizing. I squeezed Saskia's hand a little too hard. "Bran?" Saskia whimpered. I must be looking like shit.I snapped open my eyes and realized that I had not talked to Saskia at all ever since we started from the casino

Serafine's POV The man who paid for me was tall and broad, just like the man who bought me. His sapphire blue eyes had a kind look, but were framed by a stern square face. Light brown locks fell on his forehead. There were two more men with him who looked equally fierce and imposing. The moment he paid for me, he took his jacket out and gave it to me to wear it. "I am Beta Aric," he said in a startlingly soft voice. In fact, too softly for his personality. And what was with their unusual names of Alpha and Beta. Were there any Gammas too? He introduced his men, "And these two are our warriors, Gamma Lupin and Gamma Bane." I think I flipped, mentally.I didn't know where they were taking me. Perhaps it was some kind of an organization where people were named by hierarchies. The notion of having hierarchies was dreadful, as if they belonged to some kind of mafia. Were these people like Lucky Luciano? Will I be jolted into another series of events of being a slut? Terror gripped me

Alpha Bran’s POVI hated humans from the core of my heart. They were fragile creatures who entertained us and that's where their utility ended. They were beneath werewolves, and I was the strongest werewolf. There were way too many brothels, where the werewolves would rut the humans that were sold to them. I loathed them.My inner beast, Ryker, locked away my emotions somewhere deep down and emerged ruthless and cold, turning and directing every emotion into achieving my endgame. I had sexual needs, but they were like a necessary urge that my body needed to get over with.Ryker earned the position of the Alpha of the largest pack in and around Boston by challenging my father. I had killed him when I was barely sixteen and had shifted into my wolf for the first time. I loathed him. I hated him to the extent that if the Elders hadn't intervened, I would have ripped his body into pieces. He abused his mate, my mother and eventually crippled her. She had died a painful death.When I had j

Serafine's POV"This girl is a human virgin. She is special. Her bidding starts at fifty thousand dollars!"Monsters. Bright light blinded me as I heard those who were celebrating my auction. I'm standing at the center of the stage of a casino. Music roared, drums beat and I heard men whistling and passing lewd remarks. The air reeked of alcohol mingled with that of a strong cedar scent."One fifty thousand.” A rough grating voice sounded. I turned my gaze to the left to the direction of the voice. A man with light brown hair and hazel eyes was sitting on a chair, surrounded by all the girls that were just sold. He looked well- built with muscular arms. He pulled a terrified girl in his lap and grabbed her waist.He stared at me like a hawk and when our gazes met, I flinched. Hair on the back of my nape rose. Lucky Luciano, the mafia lord. It was said he had a certain kind of fetish for having sex. Many girls that he had bedded were found murdered and maimed in shady streets of Pennsy