Permit Antonyms

Asha and Penelope, two opposing worlds. Born to rule, Penelope is the heir of the Silvermoon pack, as the only child of her father, the Alpha, she has prepared her entire life for the day she would take over and rule the most wealthy and dominating pack in all of the west. But fate had other plans and on the day before her coronation she falls in love with a the sworn enemy to her father, Alpha Asha and the ruler of the Nightshade pack. As a daughter of the Alpha she knew her father would never permit their love and she was devastated when he forbade her from ever seeing her mate again, telling her if she ever wants to rule she must find another Alpha mate or forfeit the throne for good. Things can only get worst when her father arranges a betrothal for her with the pompous Alpha of the north in an attempt to stop the minor feud between both lands on the ties of her forced betrothal. What happens if Penelope decides to go against her father and choose to get married to Alpha Asha? Will her love for Asha ruin her life and the future of her pack? And would both their packs accept their mating as a blessing or a cause for war? What if the Alpha Asha betrays her love and uses her to destroy her pack as a settlement to their bloody adversaries. Would her pompous betrothal mate allow her escape his clutches? And will she be able to resist the charm of the ruthless Alpha Asha who now obsessively controls her every move and become his Luna?

En la boda, el sobrino de cuatro años del novio de repente subió a la tarima, tomó de la mano al novio y gritó a todo pulmón: —Papá, ¿por qué te quieres casar con otra mujer? ¿Ya no nos quieres a mamá y a mí? La madre del niño, que estaba abajo de la tarima, corrió a detenerlo. Con una sonrisa forzada, como si se disculpara pero buscando provocar, dijo: —Lo siento, Dany perdió a su padre cuando era pequeño y siempre ha visto a su tío como su papá. No fue su intención causar problemas. Incluso mi esposo, con total calma, tomó al niño en brazos y me explicó: —Antes de morir, mi hermano me pidió que cuidara de su esposa y de su hijo. Para que Dany tuviera una infancia feliz, le permití que me llamara "papá". No lo malinterpretes. Al ver a las tres personas frente a mí tan felices y tranquilas, solté una risa fría y me quité el velo. —Pobrecito niño… ¿cómo podría yo arrebatarle a su padre? Ya que es así, ¿por qué no le dejo el lugar de novia a tu cuñada? Así ustedes pueden formar una familia completa de tres.

"You bastard, you rotten bastard. . . I will make you pay for this.”Lucianda threatened in a provoked voice but Prince Hakeem only laughed outrageously as he glinted down at her exposed breasts. "You and who will do that?" He made a mocking sound. "My dear Lucianda, the only reason you escaped from my wrath was because my findings indicated you are a decent woman, but don't try to take advantage, you will pay dearly for it." He warned coldly and Lucianda shivered physically. Laughing devilishly at her fear, Prince Hakeem kept his eyes on her pouty breasts and just when Lucianda felt she would die from the embarrassment and the unwanted passion washing over her body, he gave an insulting snort as he got up from the bed, and before she could do anything, with a blank expression, he covered her body with a wrap. “Try to know your place.” He said before striding out of the room. Only then did Lucianda give way to tears. What was her offence? She was just a disillusioned widow trying to get over all that had happened in her life and here is another cruel soul, trying to create more problems for her. ***** Lucianda Castos, the widow of the late powerful Alex Castos, refused to mourn the death of her husband. All she wanted was to start the process of healing. Prince Hakeem, her husband's equally powerful but ten times deadlier rival, would not permit her to do that. He had another thing planned and Lucianda did not know what that meant for her. She hated her husband and everything that had to do with him. And she would avenge the pain they made her go through. She has only two missions; to protect her son and to hurt those who hurt her.