Serena Hart
“Tell me what you want, Princess.” Kane’s breath brushed so close to my face.
What I wanted was him to pin me down on this sailing boat’s floor and make me his.
"Kiss me, Kane," I demanded, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He kissed me as though there were no tomorrow. It wasn't soft or tender. It was a kiss born of years of pent-up desire, one that made my toes curl.
I felt his big, strong hands caressing my waist. Delicious tingles travelled down my body with every touch. He was so tall, so strong, and so manly.
He lifted me off the floor, cupping my ass, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The undeniable bulge of his arousal made my core clench. Goddess, was he this big? I rubbed my core against his member, which made him stop kissing me. He grabbed my ponytail, making me look up and meet his eyes. They had turned orange yellow; his wolf had come forward.
He was about to lose control...
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Alison thought life was not that easy, but at least she had her mate, Alpha Reid, by her side. Until he kissed another woman in front of her. He said it was only a fake divorce to get another woman's power and support, but Alison knew too well that was not true.
He gave the woman marriage, a child and public acknowledgement, which Alison never got before.
Alison chose to walk away and restore her Princess identity.
Reid desperately begged her to come back. But it was too late; she was already in the arms of another man —her father's best friend, the powerful Chairman, the only Lycan bloodline in this world, Kane.
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