Crappy Purple Scion Novels & Stories

I said sarcastically. Rubbing the back of his neck, he said, "Yeah, I'm not great with words. The point is, as a Scion, you release a pheromone that werewolf Alpha’s, vampire Sires, and shifter Kings can smell. All unmated Alphas, Sires, or Kings will be interested in you, and not all of them would give you a choice. Some are so desperate to have a Scion as their mate that they will do anything, even kidnap you..." "You mean like you did today?" I snickered, but when I met his eyes, he wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t even smiling.

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.

He didn't wear any fabric that was black—just a cream polo, ripped jeans, and… slippers? Slippers. The image short-circuited my brain. It was giving ‘I accidentally wore this out,’ but somehow on him, it looked like it was worn by a Louis Vuitton model. “Mr—Mr. Scarpa,” I breathed. A smile curled at his mouth. Not arrogant or amused. Just… soft and warm. Like he’d stepped out of a storm and into sunlight. “I came here looking to buy something,” he said, his voice almost bashful. “Didn’t expect you’d be the one attending to me. But I’m glad.”