The Host Sequel

As an Omega, 17-year-old Sarah is used to being at the bottom of the pecking order, even in her new pack and new high school. But her usually-boring life changes when she turns 18. She expects to shift—and nothing happens.Now, as if being an Omega isn’t bad enough, Sarah is also human. But Sarah, to her surprise, soon finds her mate: in the pack’s handsome and compassionate Alpha. And the lowly Omega finds herself rocketing to the top of her pack’s status as the new Luna. Just as it seems that life is finally going her way, Sarah learns of a terrible betrayal that results in tragic death, exile, and upheaval of what should have been her storybook ending… Or does it?Sarah continues her journey, as she is put to the test with just how many life-shattering changes she can take. Will she live as an outcast? Or as the most respected member of her pack?Sarah joins forces with her trusted and true friend, Ayala. Together, they search for Ayala’s true mate, attempt to unlock her shifter powers, and fend off threats from the deadly Coello. Can they escape his mercenaries, Isaac and Regan? Or will Sarah and Ayala fall prey before they can find their true mates?Ayala, 18, has always been a hopeless romantic and a dreamer. After a whirlwind year, she’s ready to settle into her new life at the Santa Cruz tree house, with Jasper, Isaac, Regan, and the other members of the pack. When she suggests they host a bonfire, Jasper and the rest agree. It seems like a magical night. But when Ayala leans in to kiss Jasper, he backs away. She’s ready to give up on him as her mate when fate forces them into a cross-country road trip together. Soon, they learn they have more in common than they thought. Might he be her true mate after all?

“You want soft?” Marco’s voice whispered against my ears. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but the way he leaned over me…one hand braced on the wall, made it impossible. “I’m not soft, Cassandra. I’m not the kind of man who lights candles and whispers pretty lies in bed.” He leaned in, our lips inches apart “Listen to me, dolcezza, I fuck. I dominate. I tie your hands, your legs and make you forget your own name.” I pressed my lips tightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction that only his words was messing with my head, “You don’t scare me, Marco.” His hands wrapped around my throat..not to hurt. Just enough to remind me I was his to command. “No, but I do something worse.” His lips brushed my ear. “I make you beg.” I hated him. I hated the way my pussy ached for his touch. I hated my body for betraying me for wanting him. “Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me who you belong to.” “I don’t belong to anyone.” He shoved my legs apart roughly, plunging two mighty fingers inside me, “Then why is your pussy soaked, bella? Hmm? Tell me do you want my cock or my collar?” I swallowed hard, “Both.” Marco smiled. “Then be a good girl for daddy. Kneel!” **** SEQUEL TO FORCED TO BE THE BILLIONAIRE’S SURROGATE CASSANDRA’S STORY She was sold to the ruthless mafia don to bear an her for his cold, gay son. But she finds herself caught in a dangerous web of forbidden desire. But the real danger isn’t her supposed fiancee—it’s Don Marco, her ruthless father-in-law. It begins with whispered temptations and stolen glances, then escalates into late-night visits and nights of forbidden passion.

(Au Sequel de Enceinte et rejetée par mon compagnon alpha. Peut être lu seul.) Aujourd'hui, j'ai reçu mon premier baiser, de façon totalement imprévue, avec quelqu'un que je ne connaissais pas. Alors que je déambulais dans les couloirs de l'Académie des Métamorphes de Higala, un sentiment étrangement familier m'a soudainement saisie. Non loin de là, mon petit ami, Scott, était présent et, à ma grande surprise, il n'était pas seul. « Tu es tellement espiègle, Scott, » souriait légèrement la louve Sarah. « Uniquement pour toi, chérie, » répond-il, sa voix étant étouffée tandis que ses lèvres capturaient les siennes. À ce moment-là, je sens mon estomac se nouer. « Oh, Scott, arrête. Tu sais bien qu'on ne doit pas être vus ensemble. Que se passerait-il si ta copine nous découvrait ? » « Elle suit un cours. Elle n'est jamais en retard. Ne t'inquiète pas. » Mon cœur pèse lourd dans ma poitrine, mais un flux de colère et de ressentiment me traverse également. « Lila ? » haletait Scott, me regardant avec stupéfaction. « Qu'est-ce que tu— » Avant qu'il ne puisse finir sa phrase, je me tournai vers le gentleman à mes côtés, plaçant mes mains sur ses épaules et le tirant vers moi. Il se laissa faire, bien que ses yeux ne trahissaient que de la confusion. Je fermai les yeux très fort pour ne plus voir son visage. Puis, nos lèvres s'effleurèrent. Plus tard, en entrant dans ma classe, je l'ai vu... L'homme que j'avais embrassé quelques instants plus tôt dans le couloir. L'homme à qui j'avais donné mon premier baiser, était mon professeur.