Novelas y relatos de Roman God Of Ocean

And in the corner opposite the fire pit is a giant hot tub. While I’ve been taking in my surroundings, Roman has moved to the center of the roof and peeled off his shirt. My eyes take in all of the man before me, and for whatever reason, it all makes perfect sense. I knew a man like this couldn’t possibly be human. He looks like a god standing before me with the stars twinkling above us. He smirks like he can read my thoughts, and I’m just thankful not to be drooling. He lets me finish looking over the ridges of all his muscles before he breaks the spell I was under.

Now that she was paying attention, its voice sounded more masculine. 'How did this happen?' 'You tell me? One minute I was sleeping so soundly and then you started to hurt me with whatever poison you took. I don't know what happened but the blue moon summoned me from the depths of my slumber....' 'Are we....are we an alpha?' 'No, we're Omega. But we are more powerful than any Alpha.' 'Oh-' 'You sound disappointed, why?' 'I thought, if the moon godess ever blessed me one day, I wished to be an alpha.'

He says, making my hair stand on ends. Can Roman really be that diabolical?. ###############$$

"It didn't work." With a slight frown on his eyebrows, Draven observed his sex slave. As he'd promised, he'd commanded her wolf to come forth—a ritual he had performed a thousand times. Things had gone smoothly at first, but then he'd met an obstacle, almost like a roadblock preventing him from digging deeper. And then the most unusual thing had happened. Her wolf had resisted him, something that had never been done in all his centuries of ruling as Lycan. That went against every principle that guided the ways of the werewolf kind, and the magic of the moon goddess herself. How had a common omega done it?

"You are a disgrace and an embarrassment to this Pack, Ophelia. I curse the day the moon goddess gave you as a mate to me." I watched as his face scrunched up in disgust and irritation, stopping just a few inches from me. And then it began to rain. Fast heavy pours, descended on us, as we stood, facing each other. "I am going to make this easy for you, Ophelia. You are going to leave and never come back." "What...?" "I...Enzo Blackwood of the Lone Wolves Pack...." "No!" I tried to stop him, but he grabbed my arms forcefully.

Ragnar stares at me with such intensity that made me want to grab a hacksaw, tear the ground open and jump inside. "Allow me to explain it to you." He steps closer. I feel rooted to the ground, aware that he is now closer than I would have liked. He takes my bruised hand, clicking his tongue in mild annoyance as he assesses the level of injury. "You are now bound to me in a master-servant relationship. You can't disobey direct orders from me. Your limbs and veins will fight you, and if you force it," his eyes meet mine, golden and devoid of emotion, "your blood would slowly flow backward, giving you a very long and interesting death."