Rebecca was watching the full moon from the window of her room. AND hearing the speech behind her back. She already decided to let him live here... It was not a game of mind but her heart. And she already has given her heart to him. But the dangers that come along with him are far more dangerous than she can even think, she never thought that she will lose everything along in the fight for love and trying to change the evil into good. Only because of the Alpha Wolf that came out as her true mate. "Luna Moon, we can not let a Male Wolf enter our territory. It will be not only dangerous but very risky for all of us and our pack." Beta Julie said. "He is not what he looks like, there is something very dangerous and off vibe that has come along with him," Simon warned her... "Not only you, but I also don't believe my brother I don't even know where he was all these years, what he was up to... Don't trust him!" Simara was the traitor but she also told her...
"Luna, Luna, where are you?" Julie shouted from downstairs.
Rebecca was sitting in her office. She winced hearing Julie shouting. Rebecca had worked the whole night to build an alliance with South River Pack. She had fallen asleep just two hours prior and woke up an hour ago to work on the deal papers.
"I am in my office, Julie. Stop shouting. Please, come upstairs." Rebecca retorted back. Her eyes were fixed on the laptop screen, her fingers working on the keypad.
A concentrated look on her face. She is biting down her bottom lip while reading the file. Julie went quiet for a bit...
"Luna, can you please come downstairs?" She again called Rebecca.
Rebecca has an irritated look on her face. She closed her laptop screen. She placed her head on the table grabbing it in her both hands.
Rebecca just wants a pillow to put her head on and sleep on, but Julie is waiting for her downstairs. But her wolf senses are sometimes very irritating. She can hear everything going around in the packhouse. She was concentrating on her work to stop hearing all the noise but here it is... The voice came again.
"Luna Moon, Come downstairs. I am waiting for you." The girl shouted again. Rebecca shifted in her chair. She buried her face in her hands rubbing her eyes.
"Okay, here goes nothing..." She took a deep breath and then got up from her chair. She tied her long black hair in a rough bun and then went towards the office door.
Rebecca came out of the office. Her steps are firm on the floor. The dark circles under her eyes were showing that; she hadn't slept much! The muscles of her body soared due to her continued work.
Rebecca wants to take a shower, but it is not the right time. First, she will solve all the issues coming along these days. She is wearing a sleeveless shirt along with black loose trousers.
There are scratch marks on her arms and some bruises.
They haven't healed or faded yet, because she attended the latest training sessions.
Rebecca's hair again falls back on her sleek waist. She moved her fingers in her hair to move them out from her eyes. She crossed the corridor and now walking towards the stairs.
Rebecca's wolf wants to kill the person who disturbed her peaceful mind of the state. She is walking barefoot and the tiles of the floor are cold.
Rebecca wrapped her arms around her body and rubbed the cold skin of her arms to get some heat. She should wear a sweater.
Rebecca walks down the stairs of her packhouse to reach the main hall. She sensed the presence of her best friend, Julie.
Julie is standing near the last stairs. She saw Rebecca coming downstairs. A smile came upon her face.
Julie is not only her best friend. But, she is also the second-in-command wolf. She is working as Rebecca's beta.
Rebecca gave her a duh look, looking at the smile on her face.
"What?" Rebecca questioned.
"I don't think, there is anything good around our pack to smile like this..." Rebecca is already tense.
"Stop being harsh! I have good news to tell you." Julie scolded her.
'MOON' Rebecca's wolf growled before settling back in its resting state.
"Julie Silver, I warn you if there is nothing important. If you just disturb me for no reason. I am going to kill you." Rebecca warned her...
Julie saw the look in her eyes and shivered. She was looking at the storms in her eyes.
"I am not joking, Luna. It is serious. It can benefit us and it will lessen your worry." Julie said. Rebecca heaved a deep sigh!
"If you stop creating the suspense. Please, tell me, what is it? I am so tired." Rebecca stopped a yawned.
"Luna, how many days have passed since Simara ran from the pack?" Julie questioned.
Rebecca's expression changed into a rage.
"I thought you were going to talk about something important. Can you please stop reminding me about her... I am not in the mood." Rebecca said then turned to leave the main hall.
But Julie grabbed her wrist making her stop in her steps.
Rebecca facepalmed. She clutched her hands in fists and then looked at this dumb girl standing in front of her. A cloud of anger was covering her body. Who the hell on earth chose her as the Beta?
(It was you, Moron!) Moon said in her head. Moon never left any chance to humiliate her.
"Just shut up, Moon," Rebecca growled at her wolf.
Rebecca came out of her thoughts and saw Julie pouting. Rebecca sniffed.
"Okay, I am sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Rebecca said looking at her pouting face. She arched her eyebrow in a questioning manner.
"Okay, fine. Now, listen to me." Julie said.
"Umm, tell me." Rebecca sat on the stairs.
"Luna, we tracked Simara. Along with all the papers, bonds, money, and jewels." Julie told her, Rebecca saw her with a shocked expression. She stood up on her feet.
"What did you say? Are you serious?" Rebecca grabbed her by her shoulders and shouted in disbelief.
"Yes, Luna. I am serious. Me and Abel. We have both been working on it for two weeks. And we finally tracked Simara." Julie said. Rebecca's eyes filled with hope and happiness.
"Oh, Julie. thank you so much! I can not even tell you how happy I am..." Rebecca hugged her. Julie hugged back and then smiled.
"I am happy for all of us," Julie said.
"Where is she?" Rebecca asked. An evil smile hit Julie's face.
Leila was doing a role-play drama on the stage. All the people there were mesmerized by her beauty and her acting but two dark eyes fixed on her was up to no good. Damien took out his phone. He dialled a number... "I want you to kidnap a girl. Her name is Leila. I will send you the address. Drop her there..." He said with an evil smirk playing on his lips. Leila didn't know that her little mistake would make her life more miserable. She messed up with the wrong man. Damien was now sitting peacefully gawking her like a hunter to his prey.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."