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Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed that epilogue.
Sky being Sky is always hilarious and despite everything that has happened, and she has found herself, she has not lost herself. She’s still the wild, crazy Skyla Rossi who loves to barter with her dad for money, leaving Royce gobsmacked with her crazy remarks that she WILL follow up on and not to mention her love for Malevolent!
Well now that the journey is over and we bid a ‘see you later’ to our loved duo, we will move on to a new story. For those on my socials, you probably know that I will now write Precious Bond, it will be added to the end of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire.
This is a short novella, so hopefully won’t take us too long to complete. After Precious Bonds is completed, I will then write The Dragon King’s Seduction, which is a sequel to The Alpha King’s Possession.
Which means there will be a gap before I start Kataleya’s book! Yes, I know no one wants that but I’m afraid that is what I have got to do hehe.
Thank you to everyone who has followed this journey and trusted the process. I appreciate you all!
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Like the rest of my work, this one will also come to print, and the Legacies will also come to K1ndle.
Now… enjoy this little snippet from the next story in the Legacies…
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The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness
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The smell of perfume and alcohol fills my nose as I sit on the couch in the booth in the VIP lounge of the club. A place I come to often enough for a little distraction from my own mind, duties, and demons.
I swirl the drink in my glass as I watch the three women in nothing but thongs and jewelled nipple coverings dance around the poles, grinding their bodies against one another sensually.
For a moment they manage to distract me with as two of them rub their boobs together, their hands running over one another’s thick ass. They’re curvy, with meat on them just like I like them, but it’s not enough tonight.
Even when they glance at me before they begin to kiss each other, it doesn’t manage to distract me entirely. They’re satisfying enough to look at, but it’s doing nothing for me.
One of them is my usual, and the other two I selected on my way in, but tonight I’m unable to keep my mind off work.
Two women sit beside me, stroking my chest and thigh, promising a good night if I allow them.
“Loosen up, we’ll deal with it. My Beta and friend Jose says as he downs his glass of alcohol, his eyes fixed on the woman who is giving him a lap dance. Carlos, my Delta, is also here, but although he’s not mated, he refuses to have a woman serve him.
Cabrón… Why bother coming?
I’m poured another glass as I continue to watch the women in front of me emotionlessly. My face is as cold and expressionless as ever.
“We can pleasure you tonight, Alpha.” One of the women who sits beside me whispers sensually, running her hand up my thigh. They know not to cross their limits unless I myself give them permission…
I ignore her, and she doesn’t dare to repeat herself. Everyone knows who I am, and respect is paramount.
“Do you have a plan?” Carlos asks quietly.
I clench my jaw, as I glance out towards the glass window that looks out to the main club, trying to control the anger I’m feeling.
“What do you think? We find him and kill the hijo de puta. It’s fucking simple.” I say, my voice is menacing and low. “This is my land and anyone who so much as tries to claim it, even an inch of it, will face pain and death.”
There’s power and rage in my voice that makes every woman in the room falter. Fear envelops them as strongly as their perfumes.
I’m not called heartless for nothing.
I tilt my head, watching a woman through the glass as she walks through the club below. Her light-coloured curls bounce with every step she takes, and I’m about to look away when she steps up onto the bar area and I get a view of her body.
A body that sends a wave of pleasure to my cock.
Now that’s a woman I want beneath me…
She has the perfect body, breasts that you can play with in many ways, and her ass is the type you want to fuck from behind and watch it jiggle as you yank on her lush hair.
My eyes glimmer with a hunger that even my wolf approves of. I am a beast and not many women can handle me, but I don’t care.
Women are made for our pleasure…
“Where are you busy at?” Jose questions, but I don’t answer, and he soon finds what has drawn my attention.
“Fuck, hot damn, now that’s what you-”
“Cabrón, esa es mía.” I say quietly, yet possessively. ‘That one is mine’
I’ve staked my claim here, but there are others out there who are watching her making my eyes flash in irritation.
‘Luis, that woman at the bar. I want her.’ I mind link the club owner.
‘Ah, Alpha… Lo siento, but she is not one of mine…’ He replies apologetically, sounding scared.
My eyes flash with irritation as I stand up. I’ll get her myself. No woman will refuse me…
I leave the room, walking past my men, the sound of the music louder out here.
The smell of sex, sweat and alcohol out here hits me strongly, but I drown it out as I make my way to the bar. The crowd part, knowing exactly who I am, allowing me to pass with ease.
That’s the woman I’m taking home tonight.
I take the seat on her right as the bartender approaches.
“What may I get you?” He says lowering his head in respect.
I glance at the woman. She’s not from my Pack, nor is she local… the enticing scent of cherry blossoms flits into my nose and I frown deeply.
“I’ll take a mojito. What will the sexy lady have?” I say quietly.
She tenses, looking up from where she was fiddling with her phone, and I find myself looking into a pair of beautiful dark eyes rimmed with thick lashes. A slender nose and plump lips that will look excellent wrapped around my cock.
Not only does she have a body I want to fuck, but she has a face to match.
“No thank you, I don’t want anything…” she says. Her voice is like a soothing melody, but it’s the accent that triggers every fibre in my being, making anger surge through me; it reminds me of a place that I hate to the very core.
She’s fucking British.
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The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness
Book 5 of the Rossi Legacies
Coming end of 2023…
SKYLA. Music blares from the car radio and I’m enjoying the wind that whips through my hair. I look at the satnav and resist a yawn, massaging the back of my neck. There is nothing more satisfying than realising you are free - free of the image you were morphed into, no longer hidden behind the shield your parents created for you. Freedom is what I saw when my pack territory disappeared in the rear vision mirror. No more watchful eyes, no more scared whispers to try to ignore. I can finally put what happened behind me, or so I hope. The past sometimes seems to latch onto me like a damn leech, coming back to haunt me. Coming back to serve as a reminder. One slip up, and I might not be as lucky as last time. I hate to think what would have happened if mama didn’t get there in time. If she hadn’t saved him… I might not be here right now. Less than an hour left now… it’s been a long drive from The Night Walkers Pack, home to me and my family. I wish that I didn’t have to resort to this
SKYLA. Those few seconds feel like forever, until I see the three dots that signal that he’s typing. Reign707: Wow… I may have a PhD in English, but I’m pretty lost for words right now… The tattoo is far sexier than the draft you sent me last month. Secondly, maybe I’m crossing the line, but you’re even hotter naked, and I didn’t think that was possible. My stomach flutters and I smirk and text my reply. LuciferessX: Thanks XD. Soo, do I get a picture in return? It’s kind of hot in here, and even when I slip between the sheets of my freshly made bed, I still can’t shake that feeling away. Reign707: I guess it’s only fair, but I’m pre-warning you, I have just consumed a 20” pizza. LuciferessX: Don’t worry, I’ll keep that in mind when I admire your food baby. Reign707: Lol A picture loads and I find myself staring at the most drool-worthy eight-pack I’ve ever seen. Oh damn, he’s sizzling… he’s tanned, and every groove of his chiselled body is perfect… I can see the band of what
SKYLA. I lead the way to the kitchen. I kiss Malevolent and place her down on the table before I begin rummaging in the drawers. The quicker we find it, the quicker I can get rid of him. He walks over to the sink and washes his hands, and for a moment I get distracted by the way his arms flex. I quickly turn away and open the next drawer, relieved when I spot the box. I carry it to the table, and open it to take out two rolls of gauze. I quickly snip a long piece off and then begin cutting it down the middle for my poor little kitty. I then wrap her leg gently and she meows, not happy with it, but I hold her in place as she struggles, not letting me tie it. “Malevolent, behave.” I scold lightly. “Here, I’ll help.” He says and I allow him. His hands are already healed, and only a few extremely faint scratches remain. “So, what made you move out here at this time of year?” “What makes you say I moved out here recently?” I counter, mimicking his tone. Our eyes meet and he smirks, hi
SKYLA. The moment I push those double doors open entering the much quieter corridor, I glance back over my shoulder. Our eyes meet for a second, there’s an intensity between us. The music is half blocked out and I give him the faintest of smiles. I turn the corner and enter the women’s restroom. It’s empty, but this will work… I lean against the wall, looking at the mirror that is hanging on the far wall. But my reflection is not of a woman struggling inside. I don’t recognize this version of myself… Don’t recognize the uncaring expression of a vixen willing to get hot and heavy in a woman’s bathroom with a stranger. The woman reflected back at me - I meet her sometimes… She’s my escape. The one I don’t even know… but tonight, like many others, I’m giving her the reins again. The door opens mere seconds behind me, and I tilt my head to look at him. “Interesting choice.” He states while locking the door. He turns around to face me, his eyes hungrily roaming over every inch of me.
ROYCE. I left. I don’t know, that just was not a conversation that I wanted to embarrass her with, by overhearing. Whatever was going on between her and her father was her business… but it did feel like I was stood up twice. The passing streetlights soon become sparse as I drive my Bentley up the winding hill towards home. I can’t get either woman out of my head. Lil Lucifer, as I like to call her, didn’t even send another message since her surprising last text that read; ‘I didn’t really want to meet anyway.’ My replies to her were ignored, although she came online several times after I sent those. Maybe she got cold feet, but she should have given me an explanation or voiced her concerns rather than just cancelling on me without even a heads up. Then there was Little Miss Green Eyes, sexy and sinful all at once, and now I kind of wish I had just fucked her first and played later. By the time I get out of my car and toss my keys to the valet, I’m even more aggravated than before.
SKYLA. Midnight Academy. Home to the annoying hormone-ridden spawns of the supernatural. One of the four schools founded by my own father, a place meant to make us fit in, to feel at home, to be ourselves. Only that depends on what is considered the norm for the supernatural. I’m one-of-a-kind, or two if you add my father. No one knows exactly what I am, but they fear me. I can see it in their eyes, smell it reeking off them. I now glance around the halls wondering if Kataleya, my twin, has arrived. Dad had offered to collect me and drive me here, but after that argument last night, I ignored his messages just letting Kat know I’ll make my own way. I walk down the hall to my locker, not missing the way those nearby edge away. They’re still scared after last year… but because they know I’m the king’s daughter, they won’t dare try to insult me when there’s no one around to protect them. Their eyes say it all. Pathetic cunts. I poke my eyes out at the nearest little putrid spawn and d
My heart races in my chest. It’s only for a few seconds before his eyes look away and he continues to skim the classroom, but the fleeting recognition didn’t pass me, making his jaw clench. He turns his attention to the class like he didn’t have his fingers inside me the other night, or recognize me for that matter. “Everyone warm up, and then I’ll be pairing you off.” He says coldly, turning away and walking to the side. I’ve already warmed up, but I still do some stretches trying to collect my racing thoughts. Royce Arden… fuck why didn’t I recognise him? I mean, I haven’t seen him, but I’ve seen his father. Blond hair, and light eyes, he has his dad’s damn jaw too. Fuck! Way to start the school year Sky. In the last few minutes of us doing our stretches, I feel his aura, only it isn’t the dominant calm one from the other night. His aura is menacing and I glance over my shoulder to look at him, his arms are folded over his broad chest. A chest I’ve run my hands down, one I fel
ROYCE.“What the actual fuck!”I internally flinch as the nasally voice of one of the girls screeches in my ear. You would think being werewolves she’d know that we have heightened hearing. The green-eyed Goddess is standing- I mean Skyla’s standing there clearly shocked. I heard rumours of something happening last year from dad, but no one really knew the full story… but there’s something that happened. One of the boys backs away before turning and jogging out of the room.Skyla’s eyes flash that same intense plum colour, and I can feel her aura rising.“I want everyone to run laps around the hall and you are not to stop until I return!” I command, taking hold of Skyla’s arm. I stare down at the tattoos for a second, an image that is currently the wallpaper screen on my unlocked screen...Seeing her had shaken me, not because I had fucking crossed a line that never should be crossed with one of my students, but because I recognised those tattoos… if only she hadn’t been wearing a long