Obsessive

Lumina gave Ethan Cole everything: her heart, her trust, her future. As fated mates, they were destined by the Moon Goddess herself. But when pack politics demanded a marriage alliance, Ethan didn't just reject her privately; he destroyed her publicly. In front of over 200 pack members at his engagement ceremony to another woman. His words of rejection shattered her. But they didn't kill her. Eleven months later, Lumina has rebuilt herself. She's Crestwood's most sought-after healer, strong, independent, and sworn never to trust a mate bond again. Then, Supreme Alpha Dylan Virelli crashes into her clinic, bleeding and half-dead. Dylan is the most powerful werewolf on the East Coast, feared, untouchable. He's also been tortured by insomnia for seven years. But when Lumina's hands touch his skin to heal him, something happens: he sleeps. For the first time in seven years, he finds peace. She's his cure. His sanctuary. His second chance mate. But not everyone is happy about it. Cruella Hayes, Dylan's obsessive ex-lover, refuses to let go. Ethan realizes what he lost and wants Lumina back. And Morgana, Ethan's cruel wife, has set her greedy eyes on Dylan. When enemies close in from all sides, Lumina faces impossible choices. She is kidnapped twice. Tortured twice. The first time, she survives, but her body pays a price. The second time, she pours everything she has into protecting her unborn twins, but one dies. And the betrayals don't stop there. The people closest to her are not who she thinks they are. Her best friend. Her mentor. The ones she trusted most are the ones who cut the deepest. Will she survive long enough to fight for the mate who will burn the world to keep her safe? Or will the shadows of betrayal destroy everything?

"Why do you keep coming back?" I managed to whisper as I stared into his intense forest green eyes. As much as I wanted to escape his presence, I yearned terribly for him. "Because I want you back, Eve." His deep sultry voice replied and he bit his bottom lip as though he could consume me any moment from now. "I don't know what you've done to me but I have not been able to get the thoughts of you off my head." "You should forget about me, Stefan. I am your ex wife. You have another woman..." "I want you, Eve. I want only you and all of you." My lips quivered, caught in between my uncontrollable lust and hatred for him. "You put me through so much pains. You caused my heart to bleed until it couldn't feel any emotion no more" "What about now?" He slowly closed the distance between us. "Did I manage to revive your heart again? Does your heart still beat for me like it did eight years ago?" ................ When Lycan Stefan crosses paths with his poor omega mate whom he had once rejected and cheated on, he is shocked to discover that she is now the Luna of another pack and a powerful figure. He finds himself falling for her no matter how much he tries to fight it. Would Eve accept him back into her life and give him a second chance again or would she fight a never ending battle with her emotions? With the real identity of her son's biological father a secret, Stefan's obsessive Luna and the rogue son of Eve's late Alpha, the future doesn't seem all rosy for Eve anymore. Would Stefan be her saviour this time if she lets him?

I've been mated to Alpha Alaric Goremane for five years, and I'm still a virgin. On the night he claims me, I stand before him, naked. With my heart pounding against my chest, I muster the courage to step forward and wrap my arms around him. But he pulls away, and then comes the words that lingered in my head for years like a devil's whisper. "I'm sorry, Kyna. I have severe germaphobia and can't handle physical intimacy. Please give me some time." In that moment, my heart plunges into the abyss. But when I see the torment in his eyes, I convince myself that he doesn't love me any less. He's just sick, and all I have to do is wait. So, I wait for five long years. On our fifth mating anniversary, I cross thousands of miles in a raging storm just to see the look of delight on his face when I surprise him. Sure enough, I see the warmth in his eyes and gentleness in his expression. But what a pity… it isn't for me. The Alpha, who claims to be an obsessive clean freak, is on one knee before his childhood sweetheart. He gently slips off her rain-soaked heels, dries her feet, and warms her cold toes with the heat of his palm. It's as if that's the most natural thing in the world, and as if his world holds no one else. He sighs. "Serene, how many times have I told you that you'll catch a cold? What would you do without me?" In that instant, the last of my delusions shatters. I finally realize that his germaphobia is selective, and I'm simply the one he can't bear to touch. Instead of making a fuss, I slip off the ring I've worn for five years and walk into the storm without looking back. Later, I hear he tries to win me back with the most expensive roses in the city. But the Kyna Lupen who loves him is long gone.

“Shh, little girl,” he growled, teeth catching my bottom lip. I fought the moan, but he circled my clit, my hips jerked helplessly against his hand. Then he pushed my panties aside and sank two thick fingers inside me. I soaked his palm, knees buckling as tremors wracked me. “That’s it, cum for me,” he whispered against my ear. I did. Waves crashed through me while he held me up, stroking gently, murmuring filthy praise that made it sweeter, deeper, more shattering than anything I’d ever felt with a woman. I’m a lesbian. I’ve always known it, claimed it shamelessly. I’ve mapped women’s bodies with my mouth, hands, loving every touch and gasp. My best friend’s tongue between my legs has made me come countless times. The only man I tried, my ex, was awkward, unsatisfying. I swore off them forever. I love women. I love my best friend. So why does this man, her father, the one I should never want make me wetter with one stroke than she ever has? Why am I aching for his cock, pushed inside me, thrusting relentlessly, filling me, ruining me in ways no woman could? Why does bending over his desk for him feel like the right thing to do? One forbidden touch. One devastating truth: I might never want another woman again. When I rejected the vice chancellor's advances, my best friend's obsessive aunt, she threatened expulsion. My friend took me to her father, the college owner. One look at his body and I was lost. That night in their home, hiding in the kitchen while watching him cook, I touched myself, craving what is forbidden. Will my best friend discover my sudden addiction to her father? Will her aunt ever stop wanting me?