Romances de Ms. Asmo

SeraphineThe heavy silence that followed was far more insulting than the cold granite of the counter pressing into my skin. I was still humming—my body practically vibrating from a pleasure so expert I’d nearly forgotten my own name—but the man responsible for the fireworks was already mentally halfway out the door.“Are you satisfied?” Ronan asked.His voice was flat. Indifferent. I felt a jolt of genuine shock, my heart stuttering for a reason that had absolutely nothing to do with desire. I have spent my life being a "sex object," a role I played with a wink and a practiced laugh, but I had foolishly thought that after he’d looked at me like I was his entire world, he might actually… I don't know, stay for a second? Offer a hand? A look that wasn't of professional, detached interest?I was speechless, watching him fix his clothes with clinical precision. He looked like he’d just finished a chore, not a life-altering encounter on a kitchen island. He smoothed his shirt, adjusted hi

SeraphineI leaned in close, my heart thumping a rhythmic, desperate beat against my ribs, and pressed my lips to Ronan’s. It was meant to be a tease, a little test to see if I could finally coax a crack out of that legendary stoic facade. His mouth was warm, tasting faintly of the milk he’d just been drinking, but for a long, agonizing second, he simply... froze.No response. No recoil. Just a wall of unyielding muscle.Wonderful, I thought, pulling back just a fraction. He’s actually going to leave me hanging. My mind was already sharpening a dozen snarky remarks about how the stone statues in the garden probably had a higher body temperature than he did. I was ready to laugh it off, to play the part of the unbothered flirt I’ve spent years perfecting.Then, I heard it. A low, gravelly mumble that vibrated against my lips: “Fuck it.”Before I could even blink, his hands were on me. They didn't just touch; they gripped my waist with a possessive strength that made my breath hitch. He

SeraphineI am exactly seven days away from becoming Mrs. Ronan. Or, as the gossips in town likely call it, "The Woman Who Successfully Trapped the Pack’s Coldest Man." I have to admit, the title has a certain tragic flair to it that I find quite fitting.The last week has been an absolute whirlwind of lace, guest lists, and my mother’s high-pitched, manic planning. She is truly in her element now that she has hitched her "loser" of a daughter to the Beta. And through it all, Ronan has been a ghost. Oh, he attends the meetings. He signs the various documents. He nods politely to my father. But he never talks to me. Not really. Every word he speaks feels like a chore he is checking off a list.I know it is my fault. I am the one who shouted that reckless lie in the town square. I am the one who threw a leash around his neck because I couldn't face my own mess. I trapped him. And every time I catch a glimpse of that jagged, stone-cold line of his jaw, I am reminded that I am the reason

SeraphineI believe it’s time for me to tell my story. Not the version the town whispers about over bitter tea, and certainly not the version my mother polishes for her noble guests. This is the truth of what happened the day I saw Ronan in the town square—the day the world stopped spinning and then started again in a completely different direction.The air in the square was stagnant, heavy with the smell of dust and the looming threat of my own future. I had run from Mother’s office with my heart drumming a frantic, jagged rhythm against my ribs. The sight of Mr. Rivas, that three-hundred-year-old fossil with eyes that cataloged me like a piece of livestock, had sent me over the edge. I was a child again, drowning in a sea of "shoulds" and "musts," until I saw him.Ronan. The Beta. My Prince.He was standing near the town fountain, looking as immovable and solid as the stone basin itself. He was likely out on some mundane errand, his face a mask of cold, professional indifference. I

LyannaThe winter had been a long, exhausting test of our endurance, but the land was finally showing signs of life. Once the structural repairs to the farm were finished and the rhythmic pulse of daily chores had stabilized, the atmosphere at the ranch shifted from a state of survival to something resembling true peace.It had been a season of rebuilding, not just for our storehouses, but for the family within. Theo and I decided it was time to step away from the labor of the farm. We needed to remind the siblings—and perhaps ourselves—that there was a world beyond the fences and the recent trials we had endured.The scent of salt air reached us long before the ocean came into view. As the blue expanse of the horizon finally opened before us, the lingering tension from Ali’s departure seemed to dissipate into the breeze. Theo handled the reins of the carriage with an effortless grace, his gaze steady on the path ahead. I sat beside him on the passenger seat, the rhythmic clip-clop of

LyannaThe transition from a deep, dreamless sleep to reality was anchored by a single sound: Theo’s voice. I was draped across him, my head resting in the hollow of his neck, while his arm stayed locked around me as if he were afraid I might vanish into the rafters if he loosened his grip."Hey," he whispered, his breath warm against my temple. "I’m sorry for waking you, but we should return home. The house will be freezing, and Leo will be worried sick."I didn't answer right away. I didn't want to. The barn loft was a sanctuary of flickering orange light. For a moment, the world outside—the betrayal in the bedroom, the freezing white-out, the sheer terror of thinking Trish was lost—felt like a lifetime ago. I shifted, feeling the heat of his skin against mine, and instead of pulling away, I reached up and captured his lips in a kiss.I felt the shock ripple through him. His body went momentarily rigid, but the hesitation lasted only a heartbeat. He relaxed into me, his lips curving

ArceThis asshole. Just as he was about to open the door, I slammed my hand against it, blocking his way. Bad move—because now I had him cornered. On the damn door.But I didn’t budge.“Allow it, or I won’t let you go,” I said firmly.That made him turn, crouching just enough so our faces aligned. “I wouldn’t mind that,” he whispered, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.I lifted my chin defiantly. “Alright,” I shot back, planting my other hand on the wall beside him, fully caging him in now.That made him straighten abruptly, his back thumping against the door.I arched a brow. Take that, mutt.He only sighed, then suddenly his hands gripped my waist. In one smooth motion, he lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing—like I was some bratty kid.I yelped, caught off guard, as he carried me to the sofa and set me down with infuriating ease.“As much as I’d like to indulge you,” he smirked, “I have a harvest to oversee.” He said before heading to the door, leaving me on the couch,

ArceI hated these mutts with every fiber of my being, and yet someone thought it amusing to play a prank on me. Fine. I would deal with him myself—Lord Hades. Though I wasn’t sure how just yet.But first, I had an Alpha to pursuade.“There’s no way I’ll cower after what happened last night,” I muttered as I stepped out of my room.“What happened last night?” a woman’s voice cut in from behind me.I turned to see the other dog from dinner, her brows lifted in feigned innocence.“Don’t tell me it was about the meat?” she asked sweetly. “If it upset you, I would like to apologize.”“Who are you to apologize?” I spat, crossing my arms and lifting an eyebrow like a blade.She chuckled, a high little sound that only made my skin prickle. Then she tapped my shoulder as if we were old friends. I stared at the touch for a beat, then shot her a cold look. How dare she.“You should loosen up,” she said, laughing again, the note in her voice tinkling at my last nerve. “I thought vampires were ca

ArceThat damn puppy was starting to bare his fangs. Very well. It was time for me to bite back. I had only been taken aback before, that was all.Father had ordered me to kill the Alpha discreetly, but that was impossible for now. The moment he dropped dead, all eyes would turn to me, the outsider, the foreign threat.So I would wait. I would prove myself first, show them I wanted nothing more than to endure this cursed year.With nothing else to do, I decided to take a walk through the halls, memorizing the house’s structure and every turn it offered. When I returned, the Beta had already interfered with my chambers. The coffin was gone, replaced with something more tolerable, a proper bed soft and warm. At the very least, he had spared me the insult of that ridiculous stage set.And then, at last, came dinner.I furrowed my brows at the sight of a woman I had never met, seated beside the largest dog in this pack, already tearing into her meat.“Finally,” he drawled, not even bother

Arce I froze, eyes snapping toward him, my hands instinctively shooting up to grab both his shoulders. I shook him lightly, abandoning the carefully crafted mask of the untouchable princess for one raw second. “What do you mean required there?”The words clawed at my throat. We both knew what it meant. To be required in a man’s bedroom meant only one thing, and it was something I had no experience in.“Sex, of course, princess. I imagine vampires are more than knowledgeable in that area… even a Bloodling like you.” His tone was casual, mocking, as he gently pried my hands off his shoulders.Damn it. I hadn’t even realized I’d touched a dog on my own.“Whatever do you mean?” I shot back, my voice sharp, though the words tumbled out faster than I’d planned. “You mutts are the ones always in heat. Clearly, you’d know more in that area. Fuck.”The curse slipped past my lips before I could stop it. Again, not the image of the untouchable princess I wanted to uphold.“You are indeed still

ArceThe Alpha strode inside as though nothing had happened, as if that vile act had meant less than air to him. But to me? It was far from nothing. His scent still clung to me, thick and revolting, like a stain I couldn’t scrub off fast enough.And did he just call me little bird?I forced myself to still, to compose, to bury the fire in my chest beneath a calm mask. If he wanted indifference, I would give him indifference, venom dressed as poise. With a lift of my chin, I followed after him, mirroring his ease, acting as if his touch hadn’t irked me.The Alpha house was nothing like the lavish castles or glittering manors of the vampires. It lacked the cold opulence of marble and chandeliers, favoring instead a warmth that almost felt… cozy. Despite its towering exterior and grand arches, the inside was far simpler, humble, even.“As you can see, Princess,” the Beta, whose name I had already dismissed as forgettable, droned beside me, “this will be your home for the year. It would b

Arce“I must apologize for the arrangement,” Orion said, his voice smoother than I expected. “Both the Alpha and Beta were occupied with urgent matters to prepare for your arrival.”“Preparing?” I repeated with a dry laugh. “That is what you call it? How utterly predictable. Breaking every tradition, spitting on every rule, and still, you can’t even welcome me properly. Tell me, is your Alpha always this… unprepared? Or is this incompetence reserved for special occasions?”I tried to restrain myself from laughing, though it was difficult with the way Orion’s anger practically radiated off him. It was almost comical, if I squinted, I could imagine steam curling above his head like a boiling kettle.Werewolves were infamous for their tempers, and he was barely holding himself together. The only reason he hadn’t snapped yet was out of reverence for his Alpha, the same Alpha who had so generously handed the vampires a Bloodmoon Duel victory just to claim me.When he didn’t speak, though h