Alluring Secret Black Vow Novels & Stories

The moonlight hit his handsome face, the same face that once made my heart race. "I can feel your body craving mine," he purred, his voice low and obscene. "You can't deny it. Be my secret, Harper. My loyal Beta in the daylight, my private whore in the darkness." "We are fated mates. This is the Moon Goddess's will. You can't refuse it." I stared at him, feeling a disgust I'd never known. He was still trying to trick me with the fated mate excuse? He wanted me to be his secret whore?

They all stared back at me with different looks on their faces. Alannah leaned closer to Ternen. “Will the vow hurt?” I shook my head. “No, it’s just a vow to the goddess to keep whatever we say here secret, even under threat of command or death.” Alannah paled. I reached through the middle and held out my hand. “Don’t be scared. It doesn’t mean you will face death. It just means the goddess recognizes your sincerity for secrecy and she makes it so that we can keep our secrets.” I smiled back at her.

He was tall, dark, and handsome- a typical description for a guy, and when he fixed his icy yet irresistible gaze on you, you were forever trapped in his charm. His commanding, husky voice was one that nobody dared refuse. He was bossy and intimidating, he was like a god to his pack members. It's going to be our third-year wedding anniversary tomorrow, and now, the Pack's Seer has just confirmed my pregnancy. I had been having this intuition for the past few days but wasn't sure yet, and now it has been confirmed. I'm definitely positive that Damian will be pleased with the news and I can't wait to share it with him.

Moonlight flooded the forest clearing. The cold night air hit them like a wave. Yet nobody paid attention to it. Because every eye was fixed on the scene before them. The black vehicles. The armed figures. The silver insignias. And standing calmly at the center of it all...... Cassian Voss. Waiting. Smiling. As though he had known exactly where they would emerge. Victor stared at him. Then looked back at the tunnel. Then back at Cassian. "Please tell me we have another secret tunnel."

My stronger wolf paced restlessly, drawn to his dominance like a moth to flame. I closed the confidential files and leaned back in my chair, breathing deeply to regain control. This was exactly what I needed. The closer I got, the stronger my resolve became. I would use this unbearable attraction as a weapon. I would make Damien Blackthorn obsessed with Seraphina Voss. I would become his most trusted, most tempting confidante and when he was at his most vulnerable, when he believed I was his, I would drive the blade home , for myself, for my child, and for every Voss who had been sacrificed on the altar of Blackthorn ambition.

I continued as she turned on the huge screen of tv and started fishing N*****x. “Then what do you want me to do, huh? Should I arrange a night with Henry Cavill for you or would you do the honour of warming Ian Somerhalder’s king-sized bed?” she winked at me with a killer smile. Ah fuck, that seducing wink! I laughed.

He was covered in blood mine and his. "We lost everything," Zade whispered, looking out at the distant glow of his burning home. "The fortress, the records, the treasury. Everything." "No," I said, reaching out to touch his face. My hand was stained with silver-tinted blood. "We have the truth now. Your father was the one who poisoned you. He was the one who let the fortress burn." Jax stepped into the cave, his face grim. "Alpha, we have a problem. It’s not just the Crescent Moon pack. The Council has declared a 'Black Protocol.' They are sending the heavy hitters. They want to wipe this entire territory off the map to hide their mistake."

she whispered against his lips, “I’m your dirty little secret. Whenever you want me, I’ll come to you. No questions. No limits.” Dante gripped her hips possessively, kissing her again. “Good girl,” he growled. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you.” The night continued until dawn — raw, passionate, and unforgettable. From that night on, Vesper became Dante Moretti’s secret obsession. She would sneak into his penthouse, his cars, even his private jet — always ready to please him, always his dirty little secret. And she loved every second of it. --- **The End.**

Margot, the eldest elder, presided over the ceremony. "Wolves," she said, her voice carrying through the clearing, "we gather today to witness the union of Alpha Alistair Blackwood and Clara Vance, the Hidden Luna. Their bond was fated by the Moon Goddess, but it has been forged in blood, fire, and choice. Today, they choose each other. Today, they become one." She turned to Alistair. "Alpha, your vows." Alistair took my hands. His voice was low, steady.

My heart hammered against my ribs as the auctioneer’s voice boomed through the chamber. “Lot twenty-seven, Lira Voss, twenty-one summers, untouched, fertile, and trained in the arts of pleasure. A rare omega beauty from the conquered southern lands.” Heads turned. Eyes raked over my body, my full breasts straining against the thin fabric, the curve of my hips, the long dark hair cascading down my back. I kept my gaze lowered, but I could feel the weight of one stare in particular. Heavy. Predatory. Burning. Alpha King Thorne Blackfang.