Leaned

[TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's Discretion Is Advised... This book contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, violence, strong language, and dark romantic elements. It is intended for adult audiences (18+) only. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to any of these topics.] He paid for her. Now, he wanted to keep her. Rico stood in the dim light, his eyes locked on her. Calla wasn't one to back down, bold, sharp, and unafraid. But something about him made her heart race. "You're mine now," he said, his voice low and rough. He moved closer, his hand sliding to her waist, heat pooling between them. She smirked, not giving in so easily. "I don't belong to anyone." A dark smile curved his lips. "You will. Just wait." He leaned in, his mouth so close to hers that her breath caught. In his bed, the game didn't stop. She didn't just let him take control, she pushed back, meeting his fire with her own. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, and she couldn't help the shiver that ran through her. "Say it," he growled, his lips brushing hers. "Say you're mine." Her eyes flashed with challenge, but her voice came out breathless. "I'm yours."

“Marco?" she called, her voice barely above a whisper. Marco remained silent, he only arched his brow, his expression unreadable. Slowly, everything began to sink in. "Why?" Her voice trembled as she finally broke the silence that had settled between them. "Why didn't you speak up when you knew the truth, Marco? You could have saved me." Marco scoffed. "What did you expect me to do?" "DEFEND ME? PROTECT ME!" She yelled. "That's what you do for someone you love." Marco’s jaw tightened, and he leaned against the cold, steel bars of the cell. His icy blue eyes bore into hers, but there was no warmth, no love, only a distant glimmer of irritation. "Ivy," he began, his voice low and filled with everything but love, "I can't tell if you're just naive or plain daft." "You know I couldn't back you up in front of everyone. I couldn't risk them finding out that I'm mated to an Omega." ~~~~~ Ivy thought she had hit rock when she was falsely accused, added to her mate’s betrayal and then auctioned according to tradition for all female criminals. But when a handsome and mysterious Alpha walked in at the dying moment, wanting her for himself, she must decide whether to leave with him as his personal slave or remain in the pack to go through the last phase of her punishment; which could end up being her last day on earth.

"W-what are you doing?" I stammered, my eyes widening as he closed the distance between us. "Weren't you doing all that—biting your lips—just to get my attention? To seduce me?" His hot breath fanned against my face as he leaned in closer. I instinctively shifted back, but before I could react further, his hand wrapped firmly around my waist, pulling me impossibly close as his gaze dropped to my lips. "How about I bite them for you?" Before I could process his words, our lips met in a . It was too fast, too sudden. He started to pull away, but I couldn’t let him go. Something deep inside me clung to him, and before I knew it, I was deepening the . I didn’t understand why I couldn’t let him pull back—I only knew that I didn’t want to. ....... Klein has three talents: finding trouble, running his mouth and driving his infuriating hot yet ice-cold boss, Silvio Alvarez, completely insane. But when Silvio starts paying him unusual attention—watching him a little too closely and asking questions that feel a little too personal—Klein begins to suspect that his boss is hiding something far bigger than a bad temper. Klein is determined to crack the stone-hearted CEO. But the more he learns about Silvio, the stranger things get. His boss doesn’t just seem otherworldly—he might actually 'be' otherworldly.

He took a step forward and she took one back till she felt her back slightly hit the wall behind her, smirking he placed a hand on the wall because he knew he had her where he wanted. As he leaned in she turned her face slightly feeling him nibble on her earlobe, the butterflies in her tummy did flips as he did it again and again before mumbling something that seemed to be "you have no idea what you do to me" "Princess look at me" Asher said in a husky voice that set shivers in her body then singer his finger to raise her chin . Opening her eyes she peered at him through the thick of her lashes and was surprised to see some emotions flash through his eyes, ever since she met him it was the first time she had seen it, he was always good at hiding it, even emotions like fear and anxiety but it was no surprise with all going on in their lives at the moment then something flashed and this time she definitely did not want to believe it, "could it be lo..? " , " no it can't be, he said it himself" she assured herself . Meet Kayla Anderson a young lady who will never had believed she'll eventually fall in love with the arrogant billionaire playboy Asher Black especially as their marriage was a contract but then again life is unpredictable ,you never know when Cupid will strike and damn! it was a nice shot cause they both fell head over heels. Join the rollercoaster ride, make sure to fasten your seatbelts because this ride is going to be a little bit bumpy and enjoy yourselves.

"Why are you doing this?" He sighed as he walked around the bed to my side but he didn't answer. He leaned closer, and I closed my eyes. I could hear our heartbeats, and I could hear his breathing as well. If I didn't see how cold he was to me, I would have thought he was affected by me. But I knew better. I felt the shackle tighten around my neck as tears streamed down my face. It hurt that I had to be shackled, but what hurt the most was that it was my mate doing this. "Fuck." I heard him mutter under his breath. My hand was hoisted up and the chain around my wrist loosened. "Let's go." I wiped the tears from my cheeks as I stood up and followed him. I refused to look at him. I didn't know which was better, the chain or the shackle. Because regardless of what I had, they both meant the same thing - I was nothing but a mere rogue to him.  ¤¤¤¤¤ Stealing The Heart of My Alpha is the final installment in the Black Shadow Pack Series. While the story stands alone, I recommend that you read the series and the spin-off novels to gain a better understanding of the characters and the world I created. BLACK SHADOW PACK SERIES: Book 1 - HE'S MY ALPHA (Completed) Book 2 - THE BETA IS MINE (Completed) Book 3 - LOVING THE GAMMA (Completed) Spin-off Novel Book 1 - IN THE ARMS OF MY ALPHA (Completed) Spin-off Novel Book 2 - THROUGH THE EYES OF MY ALPHA (Completed)

So this is how the mate bond feels. A rush of energy, a pull like gravity tightening around us, and an almost maddening awareness of the other person. I wasn’t about to let it sway me though. Sure, the man in front of me is ridiculously perfect, but I wasn’t some love-struck fool who’d drop everything at the first spark of fate. I had a life, plans, and a fiancé waiting for me upstairs. I raised an eyebrow, forcing myself to stay calm even as my heart raced. “Take a number and get in line, sweetheart,” I said coolly, flashing the engagement ring on my finger in front of his gray eyes. “I’m otherwise occupied right now.” …Five years later, when I pushed the door open, my mate remained motionless on a leather couch, his piercing gaze boring into me with a cold detachment that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned back, the casualness of the gesture at odds with the intensity in his eyes. His arms rested lazily on the backrest, but there was nothing relaxed about him. His body was coiled tight, like a predator ready to pounce, and the air between us crackled with tension. “Is my number finally up?” he asks, his tone laced with bitter amusement. “My dear mate.” The words sting, but I can’t deny the truth in them. He is my last chance.

“She tried to escape. I think she wants to go rogue.” The guard said.  Sabrina’s eyes snapped to me. A smirk curled on her lips as she walked forward. “Tried to escape, did we?” she said, her blue eyes slicing into mine. “Leave us.” The guards obeyed. She moved in, gaze sweeping over me. “Whatever made you think your scrawny little body could outrun two strong guards?” “Sabrina, you have to let me go. I don’t want to be your handmaid. Please. Let me go.” I begged.  Sabrina laughed, sharp and cold. “Oh, you’ll serve me whether you like it or not.” She leaned closer. “You won’t just serve me, Elowyn. You’ll mate with the Alpha and carry his child for us.” My breath caught. “What?” Her smile deepened, her voice soft and slow. “I can’t be the one who fulfills the prophecy that Kieran’s Luna will die in childbirth.” She stepped even closer. Her eyes locked on mine. “You will bear his child, Elowyn.” She said it with such certainty that my blood ran cold.  I stared at her, horror rising in my throat. “You want me to die instead of you?” Sabrina said nothing. She didn’t have to. Her smile said everything.

You’re not a bad person, Mercy. I know that.” “How do you know?” she asked, challenging him. She stared into his eyes and asked again. “How do you know, August?” “I know because….” He stopped. The words weren’t coming out of his mouth. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to answer that question with mere words. August leaned toward her, stopping just short of meeting her lips with his. He couldn’t just kiss her without her permission, but how could he blurt out the question? He couldn’t, so he waited. Mercy’s long eyelashes brushed his face as she held her breath. He moved a fraction of an inch closer to her, and Mercy lifted her face, moving toward him. His lips brushed hers, and then there was no reason for words. She just knew. *** A lost woman in the woods... Memories that won't return... A past that must be found before love can remain. Alpha August Reeves finds a beautiful woman injured in the woods. When she awakes, she remembers nothing. Her mysterious powers tell him she's a special shifter, but when others come looking for her, he realizes it's not her powers that make him special to her. Can August keep Mercy safe and help her discover her past so they can build their future together?

"S-stay away from me." She stammered while moving her steps backward just to hit the edge of the table. "Why would I do that?" He placed his hands on her either side surrounding her in his woody scent. She couldn't help but took a deep breath. "It's my p-personal space." She turned her face towards the bookshelf beside the table as he leaned his face closer. "Hmm..." He hummed as her whole body shuddered when he started tracing her jugular vein with his nose. Her mouth was dry as the aura of his scent was gone and fear conquered her body. "You are my personal thing too." He groaned jerking her towards him by her waist. "L-lea..." Her lips couldn't form the words as he captured her soft lips in a swift. ←→ Ara Smith, daughter of a priest, drowned in innocence. She is a 19 years old girl with a cheeky smile but she didn't get the chance to smile much after her father's death. ‹› Gareth Blade, a 31 years old mafia billionaire is another name for a nightmare. No one dares to match his stoned gaze that reflects his stoned heart. He can own the things that ever attracts his eyes but this time his eyes didn't fall on something but someone.

Every Thanksgiving, my husband, Salvatore, brings home a showgirl from one of his clubs. He makes me kneel and serve them drinks. A lesson, he calls it, in how to please a man. This was the eighth Thanksgiving, and this time, he brought back a girl poured into a tight leather dress. "She doesn't have any decent jewelry," Salvatore announced. "Give her your heirloom diamond ring. Your grandmother's pearl earrings, too. And take off that silk choker for her." He smirked. "And listen, she's young, doesn't know the rules. You'll have to show her the ropes. Especially how to handle a man in bed." Every member of the Genovese family was watching, waiting for my humiliation. I didn't disappoint. I opened my mouth and asked Salvatore for a divorce. Salvatore let out a sharp, ugly laugh, his eyes full of contempt. "Francesca, you pull this same shit every time," he jeered. "Your act is pathetic. Even more dramatic than your performance in bed." He leaned in. "You really want to divorce me? Fine. I'll give you five million in cash if you actually walk out that door." The living room erupted in laughter. They all said I was playing hard to get, that I didn't know my place. But they didn't know. This was the 88th time I had asked for a divorce, and it was the first time I truly meant it.