Clamp Buaya

“Kita adalah sepasang kerusakan yang saling mencoba memperbaiki.” *** Keluar dari kandang singa, masuk ke kolam buaya. Itulah situasi yang cocok untuk Scarlett Delillah saat ini. Terlepas dari tuduhan percobaan pembunuhan terhadap Regis Mondru—kekasih yang tidak mau mengakui kehamilannya, ia diusir keluarganya karena dianggap sebagai pembawa aib. Dari Brooklyn, Scarlett pindah ke New York untuk memulai hidup baru. Berjuang dan berhasil bertahan hidup dengan putrinya sebagai pâtisserie sekaligus pemilik toko roti Bake Me Up. Di saat kondisnya mulai stabil, adik ipar sahabatnya bernama William Molchior yang berlebel playboy berusaha mendekatinya. Scarlett yang trauma tentu tidak semudah itu menerima William. Namun, miliyuner tersebut selalu berusaha merobohkan dinding pertahannya yang sudah susah payah ia bangun. Bagaimana bila dinding yang sudah hampir dirobohkan William kembali utuh karena Regis tiba-tiba datang, memaafkan segala kesalahannya yang dulu lalu menawarinya sebuah pernikahan dan keluarga? Yang Scarlett ragu akan ia temukan pada diri playboy William Molchior. Lalu siapakah yang harus ia pilih? Si singa alias ayah biologis putrinya? Atau si buaya yang katanya sudah insyaf? *** Chacha Prima

I was born to shine. But the fate had others plans for me. The moment my feet left the edge, the world fell silent. There was only wind. And peace. For one fragile heartbeat, I was free. Like a bird. Then something slammed into me from behind. Arms. Hard. Unforgiving. The impact hurled me sideways instead of down. Wood splintered. Something inside me cracked. Darkness rushed in and I welcomed it. … “Open. Your. Eyes.” The voice was quiet, slow, deliberate. It forced its way through bone and blood. An Alpha command. Pain detonated through me as air tore back into my lungs. My body convulsed against my will. I tried to sink back into the quiet—to finish what I had started. “You were NEVER given permission to die.” Power wrapped around the words like chains. My eyes snapped open. We were beyond the pack’s borders. The air felt colder. Wilder. Untouched by law or duty. For one second, I had belonged to nothing. And he had dragged me back. He loomed above me, fury carved into every sharp angle of his face. His breathing was controlled, his posture dominant - absolute. If anyone were watching from the cliffs, they would see an Alpha asserting ownership. His jaw tightened, irritated at being forced to deal with something that should have already been resolved. I had complicated his plans. “Drink.” His wrist pressed my mouth. The metallic scent hit first. I tried to clamp my lips shut. But Alpha commands do not ask. They take. My mouth opened against my will and his blood burned down my throat, spreading heat through my chest. A cruel gift. He would not even grant me the mercy of dying on my own terms. And I understood - even my death did not belong to me.