The rogues cornered you, their scent tempted you. The first of them shifted back to his human form, with a ripped, muscled body. You follow his lead and shifted back into your human form, offering them your beautiful body on a silver platter, ready to be devoured, no longer having the will to fight the heat.He walked over to you and hungrily pulled your body against his. His erection pressed against your skin. The rest of the rogues shifted into their human form, one looking better than the other. You wanted them all. Their hands and mouths were all over your naked body, licking, touching, grabbing. With one of their faces between your legs, you caught a delicious scent. 'My fated mate is among them,' you thought and opened your eyes.Your eyes met a rogue who was still in his wolf form. He must have just joined. 'MATE,' you felt it rip through your soul as your eyes met his wolf's eyes. He growled and the one light in the dark alley flickered before it popped. The men who were devouring your body let you go as if your skin were burning them. They shifted back to their wolf forms, their heads low, before running away, leaving you alone with the rogue that had just scared them off, your fated mate.‘I am fated to a rogue?’ you asked, unable to speak. Your body needed him to take you as if the other men prepared you just for him.He changed into his human form, but you couldn't really see his face because it was too dark. The moment his body touched yours, you knew no matter what, there would be no parting from him.“Mine,” his husky voice said in your ear...



You are Fated to the Mafia King

Baby Bump

Now that you're no longer starving, you're ready to continue your journey.
I need a car, you tell yourself. And money.
You search the house but come up empty-handed. Think, think, you whisper. If I were a housewife, where would I hide money? You remember how your mother used to tuck cash into the ...

Now that you're no longer starving, you're ready to continue your journey.

I need a car, you tell yourself. And money.

You search the house but come up empty-handed. Think, think, you whisper. If I were a housewife, where would I hide money? You remember how your mother used to tuck cash into the ...

On the run