Final Breath

Framed by her husband's mistress and abandoned in a prison cell, Bella is left to die—stabbed in the dark, betrayed by everyone she once loved. But a mysterious man saves her, pulling her from the brink of death. Three years later, she returns as a cold, calculative woman, determined to destroy the man who cast her aside. But when he traps her against the wall, his breath hot against her skin, her carefully built walls begin to crack. "I will never let you go again. You’ll forever be mine, Bella."

"Ken, it's your turn now to mark your mate." My breath hitched and my chest tightened. He nodded at dad before turning towards me. And I found myself lost in his eyes. So deep, mysterious and beautiful. He leaned down a bit before saying softly, "Can I?" **** Forced to exchange her mate, Darla felt her life turning for the worst, she was maltreated, battered and tattered. How can having a sweet mate who cared for her, who loved her, suddenly turned into having a mate who was a rogue?

“Oh!.” I cuss under my breath as I stare down at the creature I had shot with the gun, lying still in front of me. Only this time, it isn’t a deer, as I think it is. It is a living being. Not just any living being but a female, one that lies there stark naked.   *** The cold-hearted Alpha Liam meets his mate in a very strange circumstance. Aerin can’t remember anything from her past. Alpha Liam must do everything to protect her.   But does their love stand a chance when dramas starts unfolding?  

My wife's first love crashes his car into me at 75 miles per hour, throwing my body over 65 feet across the road. As I am moments away from drawing my last breath, I use the remainder of my energy to call my wife. Focused on helping him cover up his crimes, she brushes me off before hanging up. "I'm busy—stop bothering me," she spits. Little does she know, the man who was just killed… is me.

I suddenly stop screaming when I felt something wet slide into my neck. My eyes grew wider. "Did you just licked me?!" He realeased a deep chuckle. I kept on fighting to get away from his grasp but he tightened his grip on me instead. Then I felt his breath traveled to my ear and then he whispered something that sent a surge of electricity all through out my body. "You can't run away from me. You're my mate. You're mine."

“Just...I have one question before this,” I pretend to not see his hurtful look, keeping my eyes on his chest, “...Please.” Would it change anything if I’m pregnant? I want to ask, I don’t know how. Taking a deep breath, I look up, just to catch him rolling his eyes with a sigh: “I don’t have time for your games, Scar.” Home? I laugh bitterly. We don’t have a home anymore, Sebastian. I built one for us, and you broke it.

Envision lingering a millennium beneath an enchantment for your counterpart to emerge and mature, but once you endeavor to reclaim her, she desires no interaction with you. "You belong to me. Mine for perpetuity... I shall not relinquish you to anyone. You are destined to be entwined with me for all eternity." Were the final utterances she heard him articulate before succumbing to the shadows. (He is unaware of affection, but for her, he shall discover)

In a cycle of broken plans, Elena asks Marcus, "Why another delay for her?" He insists, "Sophia's just a friend in trouble—you're my priority." Whispers of the past test their bond, while a quiet ally says, "I've cared for you longer than you know." As accusations fly—"You're imagining things!"—Elena questions her path. A final decision sparks chaos, rewriting fates.

"You want me to fuck you, I know it" "As much as you don't like me, you are my mate and you can't deny me" I stood up behind her, one hand holding her hip, and leaned down, my breath ragged against her neck, my voice husky. "I'll listen to your body... what it wants... and my body... what it needs. You won't feel the pain of correction like you did today... only the pleasure that a little bite of pain can bring." Mated to the cold-hearted Alpha

Secrets. Never stay hidden. Lies. Always surface.                          The Dragon.                    With every stroke of his fingers sets fire to your skin leaving you burning with need.                       The want, the longing and desires to be ravished, devoured by the Dragon takes control.                             Whoever    comes always, leaves satisfied. WARNING MAY BE TRIGGER WARNINGS SEX VIOLENCE DRUG USE AND ABUSIVE BEHAVIORS   maybe spelling errors and Grammer mistakes final edit will be once completed.