Sinful Mates

KEANNEI occupied the back seat of the limo, my head rested backwards. I wasn't sure what to expect of a sudden trip to my origins, but one thing I was sure of was how much I would miss my life here. I knew enough to know the girls there were untouchable, waiting on the red string of fate to appear and lead them to their mates.I, of course do not believe in any of that. Soulmates, mate bonds, they all seemed like a far fetched dream, especially since I fell in love with the little vixen Kiara and she ran off with my former best friend.And even worse, how I watched my father and my mother."Is dad out yet?" My voice was gruff, and I stalled, my fingers caressing my throat. The hangover hurt a lot less today. I am used to how surprised people were when they saw how efficient I am in keeping my position as the president of the Stone Corporation. I did it so effortlessly well, that my habit of picking up women and partying every other night was easily over looked."Not yet. He is on hi

"Keanne," I said, then smiled, lowering my head a little.I loved how his name felt on my lips, and even more so, the satisfied look on his face, like he loved it too. He smiled, then gave a slow nod."Yes. Make sure to return it."I nodded immediately. Without another word, he turned away, his steps heavy.I watched his back, feeling my heart beat rapidly increase. His leaving was just as beautiful as the way he had come, and I found myself murmuring his name again, enjoying the feel of it on my lips."What happened to you, Cora? You are bleeding!" Ava yelled, removing the towel she had tied on her head to dry it off. Even though her family was rich, she did not live with them, and spent most of her time in the pack house with me.At first, I didn't like it. Now, I keep an extra toothbrush."I think I am okay. Even more than okay." I smiled, biting down on my lips a little.Ava scanned me suspiciously. "I am not quite sure what is wrong with you, but I think you should get out of t

My eyes widened, my fingers clenching into the shards of already broken glass settled in my palm. "Don't be a hypocrite, dad. Have you forgotten about the mate bonds?"He laughed. "I definitely haven't, and that is part of it, really. She is an omega. Not just any omega, but the Crawford's omega." He gave a small, dark chuckle as his eyes fell on her again. She had her back to us, and she was talking to someone, her tone low.I swallowed as I followed my father's line of sight, feeling bile rise up my throat. I didn't think I was possessive about her, or we even had anything I ought to feel possessive about.But for some reason, reasons I didn't want to acknowledge or think about right now, I found the vile throes of anger clenching on my heart. It wasn't near as feral as when I had caught Kiara cheating on me, but right now all I wanted was to see blood. On the floor, in my hands. I wanted to paint the pack with blood and it didn't matter whose. It would be great if it is the blood

I closed my eyes as the Whiskey burned down my throat, my chest feeling slightly constricted. My heart felt on fire, and the Whiskey seemed to only add to it. I cussed under my breath, my eyes closing again. I needed to forget her now. And push my father to the back of my mind.This is what he wants, and I was dead set on not giving it to him.After a few minutes, however, I found my eyes opening again, the agitation filling me up. I grabbed the cup of Whiskey, flinging it across the room to the wall where it shattered with an ungraceful sound, the pieces bouncing off the wall and landing everywhere.I swallowed hard, bringing my hands to cover my face. It was a foul attempt, as her dress was still tightly clasped around my hand.I swallowed hard, watching it for a moment, her eyes under that moonlight, ladden with tears and looking up to me that helplessly...weirldy it haunted me. It haunted my soul and I hated her for that too.I unwrapped the dress, then let it fall to the ground.

CORAI kept my head low as Alpha Blake walked away, then brought back a bottle of wine and two glasses."Here. It's a toast."I swallowed, meeting his eyes. He looked happy, but I needed no soothsayer to see the wicked glint behind his eyes, the darkness behind his smile. I felt a cold chill run down my spine as I watched him, then bit down on my lips as he gave me a cup.He had filled it halfway, and he let his gaze hold mine in place, urging me to drink.His right hand held his own glass while the bottle dangled loosely from his right hand. I slowly moved the glass, then clinked it with his like he obviously wanted me to.His smile grew wider, and I closed my eyes, gulpimg the entire thing."Easy, Cora. There will be a lot to celebrate and a lot to toast to."I nodded. "Y..yes."He smiled again, then droppeed the bottle and glass away before he walked back to me. "I will walk you around my humble abode. I would have loved for you to meet my son, but oh well."I swallowed. "Too bad."