Romances Online de Werewolf sobre Dark Romance e Histórias com Mafia e Betrayal

“I'm not a tool to satisfy your sexual cravings!" I yelled. But the moment I spilled those word as it stirred up something in him. “You are mine! Mine to keep, to rule. Your body, your soul, everything about you belongs to me!" He growled, pinning me against the wall. His hands traced every inch of my skin and I shiver at the thought of things he could do to me. ★★★ On the night of her 20th birthday, everything changed. In a bid to get out of her miserable life, Jasmine decides to run away from her abusive family into the arms of her mate/boyfriend, justin. The man she had trusted, the man she had given everything. He betrayed her in the most brutal way. Drugged, violated, and sold like property, she woke up in a dimly lit room, hands and feet bound. She wasn’t alone. Other women sat in silence, some sobbing, others too broken and hurt to react. It was only when she was dragged into a grand hall that the horrifying truth became clear. She was being auctioned and bought by a mysterious bidder. Alpha Jemah was everything the rumors said that he was, cold, calculating, and dangerously controlling. At the auction, the moment he set his eyes on Jasmine, he knew there was something special about her and immediately bought her. His rules were simple, a contract relationship in exchange for freedom. No feelings attached, No bridging of contract. With tension rising and chains breaking forbidden desires pull them closer but dark hidden secrets threaten to sever their bond.

Some words are doors. Once you walk through them, you can’t come back. Josie Vargas didn’t know that when she moved to Ash Harbor for a fresh start. She didn’t know the city was run by things that weren’t human. She didn’t know the two men buying coffee from her every morning had been alive for centuries, or that they were beasts wearing skin like suits. She didn’t know they’d made a bet. The terms were simple. The first one to get her to say three words during sex wins. “I am yours.” That’s all it takes. One human. One phrase. One territory claimed for eternity. She doesn’t say it. Harlan Voss owns half of downtown and runs hot like a furnace. His eyes flash gold when he wants her. His teeth are too sharp. His scar looks like something with claws tried to open him up. Dane Kowalski buys companies like shoes and cooks pierogi from memory. His tongue moves wrong. His skin is too warm. His ring bears a symbol she can’t place. They both say she’s theirs. She never says it back. Because Josie pulls tarot cards in the back of a coffee shop, and every card she’s pulled since arriving has been a warning. The Lovers. The Devil. The Tower. The Moon.