Alya Rena Rouge Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Sir, I promise you I was not challenging anything. I was just asking where we were being taken to. In fact, I wish to see the Alpha King now. I can work. I can be a really great asset to his park, and since he is old, he would need one more young powerful woman in his pack. I don't think he wants to kill me after he knows me, please." "I don't think the Lycan needs anymore people, we have enough hands," The fine man said. "Please let me convince him myself." "Then do. I am listening," he said putting his hands on his chest. "What?" I said. "He is the Lycan King, Sweetheart." --- After Elisabeth was stripped from her title as the Luna of the safe moon pack and found out that the Alpha& mate she had known all her adult life has impregnated someone, someone she trusted with all her being and sacrificed everything for. Now disgraced and to be sent away as a slave to the Lycan King. She tried to escape to find her own world, to excel, the last thing she wanted was to save herself first from being hauled off to the Lycan King, she would rather go rouge, but that didn’t go as planned, The plan only landed her deeper into trouble. The Lycan king turned out to be not what they expected of him, Now she has to use him to her own advantage, To tame the beast in him. Through humiliation and thrive, she was able to survive. The Lycan king helped her to stand solely on her feet, as she claimed back what she had lost and more... How can a mighty king love a lowly wolf like me, A rejected?

Alya has been living in her cocoon since forever that stepping into NYC calls for an adventure. Or rather, to curb her wandering mind of what it feels like to have something you've been dreaming of- married to someone who has all the criteria you've seen only in movies. She leaves her comfort zone and dives into a life that has been scripted since day one. It can be two things, either a liberating experience to be someone who doesn't have to think much and just live the way it's been laid out, or to feel suffocated by how much scripted and planned everything is. Yummy DILF has been living his life in pretence. But if money can buy imagination who are we to judge him on that? He didn't exactly ask for our money to live that way, so leave the judgement by the door and come in for a read if you feel like you're open to this absurd pretence. *** "I need you to come for me." He orders in a stern tone after I've let out all sorts of noise while he tongue-fucked me. It finally dawns on me that I'm being a desperate bitch I never wanted to be when I first accepted this job. What have I become? "Come for me, B." His finger is pressing me into following his order to which I reluctantly shake on his mouth. As quiet as it began, it ends in the same way as he helps me with my thong and pulls down my dress to its original state. Stepping in my view he smiles at me smugly, "See, being my wife isn't always so difficult."