they tried to hide their past from her, but of course your past always comes running back- haunting you and reminding you of everything that you did wrong.
••
The truth behind Jake Collins intentions were hidden. A dark soul that only wanted vengeance, not caring whom he hurt in the end and the repercussions.
Faye Lacuna, was the chosen one. The one he would use and pretend to love, just to get to her father. The one that he would hurt to no end, even if he loved her.

Cassandra Wolfe; A lone wolf.
Literally.
Her one and only friend was... well, her inner self; more to the point, her inner wolf Evangeline, who loved to regale Cassie with Greek mythology stories, and fairytales about werewolf packs far, far away. Being that she lived in a big city where no other people ever mentioned transforming into a wolf, Cassie didn't believe Eva's stories. Further, being that she had never encountered another like her, she opted to alienate herself from the ...

In the embrace of a werewolf's warmth, Sheina's life took an unexpected turn.
Sheina Charlotte, burdened by a rare cold allergy and mourning her father's death, stumbled upon the enigmatic Kenneth Immanuel one fateful night in a bar. A chance encounter that would defy the laws of nature.
Kenneth, a powerful alpha werewolf with a thriving business empire, was used to controlling his world. But when Sheina's chilling ailment threatened to consume her, it was his heart that he struggled to rein i...

His hand tightens around my wrists above my head. “This pretty dripping pussy of yours. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen is fucking begging me. But maybe you’re soaked and needy because of his fangs.” He slaps my pussy. Hard.
I cry. “Ahhhh! No!” I let out a whimper, then a moan.
Earlier, of fucking course yes, but now, it’s just for him. But if I come to think about Griffin’s fangs—
Aemon opens my pussy lips with his long fingers at an obscene angle. I curl my toes. Oh, Goddess, oh God...

Excerpt
I fixed my gaze on his crimson red lips, dying to have a taste of them, my mind overwhelmed with lust as I watched water droplets drip from his sexy black locks of hair, down to his pale face. His wet shirt hugged his body in all the right places highlighting his abs and biceps.
Frustrated, I stood on my tiptoes and brought my lips to his, refusing to deny the feelings I harbored for Carlisle anymore. Just as our lips were about to crash, he placed his index finger on my lips.
"You sho...