The Bohemian Grove And Other Retreats

[WARNING: SMUTTY PARANORMAL ROMANCE WITH AN OBSESSIVE, POSSESSIVE WOLF/LYCAN SHIFTER. DETAILED SMUT AND VIOLENCE.] A billionaire with a dark secret. A prophecy that could change everything. And a bond that could be her salvation… or her doom. Maci Carter didn’t ask for this. She left her small-town life behind to start fresh in the city, free from her past, free from anyone telling her what she can’t do. But fate has other plans. When she crosses paths with Thorne Wintermere, the enigmatic CEO of Wintermerre & Co., Maci’s life takes a terrifying, thrilling twist. Thorne isn’t just any billionaire. He’s a powerful, untouchable alpha, a rare werewolf-lycan hybrid hiding in plain sight without a pack. Known as the ruthless leader of a hidden supernatural council, Thorne has spent his life protecting his family’s legacy and keeping his world’s secrets…until her. As dark forces close in, she begins to uncover her own secrets, powers that have lain dormant within her for years, powers tied to a father she barely remembers and a world she never knew. As Maci and Thorne are pulled closer by an undeniable, electric bond, their connection could tip the scales of an ancient power struggle, or end in ruin. Will Maci embrace her destiny, or will she walk away, leaving Thorne and the supernatural world in chaos? Fans of intense, edge-of-your-seat romance won’t be able to resist The Alpha Billionaire's Secrets. Where passion and power collide, and one choice could change everything.

Ava Gray is at a crossroads, giving up being "The Call Center Girl" for a job as an assistant in a very important hotel outside of New York City, she knows that she could improve her limited economy, even fill her refrigerator and pay bills at the end of the month, but when he goes to the interview, the warning bells ring inside his head, he feels the need to flee, but is prevented by that man, the billionaire of the club. Bilogy #ElBillonario

Three days before the long weekend, the Department of Labor called me. "We got an anonymous complaint saying your company is forcing employees to go on a holiday retreat..." I went still. Then I checked social media. Yep. There it was. An intern who'd started a month ago had shoved me onto the local trending page. [Greedy boss turns holiday weekend into mandatory company retreat. Employees are basically free entertainment.] [They say it's optional. Yeah, right. Who's brave enough to say no?] Thousands of comments rolled in, absolutely roasting me. Except our retreats had always been elite. Fully paid. No cheap corporate nonsense. This time, I was paying out of pocket. Seven days in the Maldives. Everything covered. A $2,000 travel stipend each. Senior employees could bring family. But apparently, a free luxury vacation was oppression now. Cool. I told the labor officer, "We'll fully cooperate." Then I dropped a notice in the company group chat. [Per Department of Labor guidance, the long weekend company retreat is canceled. Everyone should take the holiday off as usual.] [The travel stipends and retreat budget will be moved into this quarter's employee benefits reserve.] The second I hit send, something slammed into a desk outside my office.

Lee, Simon, Hans, Elliot, Dylan, Karlisle, and Steffan are close friends ever since they were in middle school. But as they became mature and grew as sought-after and eligible bachelors in the society, it was extremely hard for them to see each other and get together.Lee then thought it would be a wonderful idea if they take a week-long vacation, just so they could enjoy themselves, become reunited, and chill while far from the stress and noise of the city.However, this same week-long getaway will become the beginning of the romantic and steamy relationships between some of them, waking up their desires towards each other that have been bottled and unbeknownst to them for some while.The hidden love and desire they hid from each other will slowly be revealed, and with this, will they all stay as friends?Or will completely take over?

The company booked a lodge at Osprey Lake for the Labor Day weekend retreat. All 35 other people in the company were invited, and I was not one of them. My team lead even posted a group photo from their kayaking trip in the chat, captioned with "One less person and the boat rides lighter." I did not reply. I turned off my phone, bought some tamales and a beer, went back to my apartment, and slept for 15 hours. When I woke up, I had 203 missed calls. The latest voicemail was my team lead, practically in tears. "Please, man, I'm sorry! Just pick up the phone!" I grabbed another slice and took a bite. I took one weekend off. How was the company already falling apart?

Clarice and Kyle both followed the same travel vlogger. I didn’t think anything of the situation since the three of us had been friends since high school. The strange thing was that they had a private group chat that didn’t include me. I only found out because Kyle accidentally sent a message in our group chat. “I got us a table reservation at that restaurant for Sunday. Don’t be late.” It took less than a second before the text was deleted. I asked, “What restaurant? Let’s go together.” Kyle typed back, “Oops. Wrong chat. I’m having dinner with a colleague.” Clarice stayed silent throughout. It took some time, but I started connecting the dots. Whenever the three of us had something planned, one of them would cancel at the last minute. Previously, Clarice said she’d get the tickets for the music festival, but somehow, she could only secure two. Those went to her and Kyle. During our last camping trip, Kyle said that he only managed to borrow two sets of gear. When I offered to rent my own, Kyle brushed me off, saying that it was just too much of a hassle and that there was always a next time. That same weekend, Kyle and Clarice posted photos from that exact campsite, twenty minutes apart. For six months, I convinced myself that I was just unlucky. Looking back now, I realized that I had been singled out. So I left the group chat. No explanations. No accusations. I muted notifications from travel apps, ticketing apps, and restaurant bookings. Then, I booked a solo trip to Lake Tahoe, a ticket with no refund and no amendment allowed.