Front Neck Tattoo

Arllette Kimble was only eight years old when her family was accused of being witches when calamity struck the human village where she grew up. They were condemned. The night before her father's death, she saw her father transformed into a giant werewolf. The same night, she was taken as a sacrifice and placed in a cave where wolves howled each night. But when she was about to escape, she heard a manly voice claiming, "Mine" before she felt a sting on her neck and loss her consciousness. Little did she know that it was the Alpha king who has claimed her and was bound to change her ordinary life. What lengths the Alpha King will go to in order to satisfy his hidden obsession?

Seth, Beta Werewolf to the Silver-crow pack, now left for dead on the front steps of the Shadow-core packhouse, A burning need for revenge on the man who tried to kill him, Seth gets help from a group of misfits, the once dead Beta now seeks the title, Alpha. and nothing will stop him, not even death itself.

When your ex, a hockey player, begged for your forgiveness in front of everyone, making a scene, You were both awkward and angry as the team erupted into a chorus of gossip. Just when you were speechless and didn’t know what to do, The famous hockey captain raised his voice and said, “Enough. She is mine.”

“I killed his secret lover.” “Does he know?” “Yes, but he pretends not to know it in front of me.” A gun shot sounded outside the mansion and Alvah didn't bother to check. “What is going on?” Alvah chuckled, a smile spread across her face, “My husband. He's here to kill me.”

In the empty villa, Celia Quinn sat motionless on the sofa. It wasn't until much later that the villa's front door swung open, and Lucas Shaw stepped inside. His gaze paused briefly on her, then his expression turned cold. "Yvonne is running a fever today. Why did you keep calling me?"

Her eyes flashed in his direction, a sudden alarm making the hair on her neck stand straight on end, "You can not hurt me. I'll kill you first." "I don't doubt it," he nodded. "But can I atleast have a taste?" “Look, I don't have enough blood to feed your wolf with. We could go on a hunt now if you want.” She sucked in her breath, "But expecting that you'll be feeding on my blood all the time? That is not going to happen." He sprang to his feet, standing in her way, "I didn't only mean I wanted a taste of your blood, Kris." "Don't call me that!" It felt too comfortable on his lips. "Alright, Kris," he drawled stubbornly, "I meant that I also want a taste of your lips. Because the next time I feed on your blood, and I'm going to, I won't want it to come from your wrist, I would want it to come from your neck– and possibly your lips." ** ** ** Two brothers; one an Alpha and the other a Rogue, must fight an age long prophecy which promises destruction to one and redemption to the other. But all this can only happen if one of them claims The Silver Wolf. But Earl Malory, Alpha of New Knight Pack has already laid his claims on the fiesty beautiful Lady Alpha, Laurel Kris without realizing she might be the trouble he’s been running from. But when his brother shows up to claim the Alpha’s new bride on their bonding night, all hell breaks loose. To defeat his rogue brother, Earl must either keep the Silver Wolf by his side or kill her to save his own life. But he might be willing to take chances, which opens him to new enemies.

Elena tried to get out of his grip but he was too heavy for her. “I am married.” She screamed. “You are not, not anymore.” He spoke as he bit her neck to the extent that she felt as if he will snatch out her flesh. “Please, let me go.” “That husband of yours lost you on a bet. I am the winner, and you belong to me. Just me.” She knew what Aslan was saying was right. John had indeed lost her on a poker table as if she was nothing but another of his belongings just like his watch or an old table. She pushed his chest with all her might but failed. It was her end. In this world where women were progressing, she was traded off on a poker table. She smirked at her fate. She was nothing. Nothing, but a lost bet.

As the upcoming tour approached, the dance troupe suddenly revoked my position as the lead dancer. Anxious to get an explanation in person, I lost my footing due to my distracted state and tumbled down the stairs. While enduring the sharp pain and preparing to call for emergency services, a notification popped up on my phone screen: “Redwood Dance Troupe: Welcome our new lead dancer, Averil Wells, and our generous sponsor, Julian Ford." The accompanying photo featured two smiling faces—my husband of seven years, whom I had secretly married, and his pampered mistress. Julian had his arm wrapped around Averil's waist as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Meanwhile, Averil clung to Julian's neck, her face radiating shyness and delight.

Marco met the other man's eyes. He refused to make it easy. Page broke the silence. "John is guilty as hell, we both know that, and he deserves to be punished. Two years on Gaphas would serve the bastard right! But why punish the entire Legion for the actions of one man? The last thing we need is more negative publicity". Marco started to reply, but the general held up a hand. "Give it some thought, that's all I ask. See you in court". The dismissal was clear. Marco stood, said, "Yes, sir," and turned toward the door. Page saw the mane of silvery gray fur that ran down the other man's neck and winced. A HALF BREED. What the hell was next? Officers with scales? It made him sick. The door closed, and Marco was gone.

"At least I am a whore to a respectable man and not a monster like you!" "Monster? Is that what you still think me to be?" There was a smirk on his lips as he brought his face closer, brushing his nose against mine, "Well let me show you how a monster behaves!" The moment his words came out, his hands were on my waist, gripping me and throwing me over his shoulders. I yelled, kicking and throwing my hands but he paid no heed and threw me on the bed. I immediately got on all fours trying to crawl away but he grabbed my ankle forcing me down. "Let me go!" I screamed at him. He didn't comply, instead, I felt him atop my back, our limbs aligning perfectly as he placed a hand on my neck, gripping it softly but still forcing my head to the bed. My neck tingled where he touched it, fingers softly caressing my flesh. I took in deep breaths, the closeness, the warmth, the sparks. It was all too much and I was sure my scent was already sinking into him, teasing his dragon hence why he acted so mad. **** Princess Fiona is a single mother who doesn't know the father of her child. She tries to live a quiet life but is soon accused of treason due to her father's crimes and she's dragged away as a slave to the king. When she meets the king for the first time, she's drawn to him and her wolf whispers mate despite him being the sworn enemy of her father. Would he accept her or would he reject her subjecting her to a cruel fate and what happens when she decides to seek the father of her child?