Beta Black had clarified that he would never take a mate, but following his beliefs was becoming increasingly difficult because Wolf could not resist their mutual attraction. Once he touched and tasted the beautiful Aileen, the wolf couldn't help but want her his mate. Can one night give two people what they so desperately want, or will the reality of who they are tear them apart?
Aileen realized she was in complete shit. She urgently needed to recover from several cocktails in which she had drowned her sadness all evening in a werewolf bar. A glass crashed into the wall next to her, beer splashed on her skin, and she shifted in her chair, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
Someone's body fell near the feet. The fallen wolf growled from the strong impact on the floor and tried to get to his feet. She stood up quickly, knocking over her chair.
She didn't want to be part of the fight, but it seemed like she was given no choice. Drunk idiots were doing their best to beat the crap out of each other. She found herself squeezed into the far corner of the bar, and the only way out would be to fight her way through the press of struggling bodies.
"Oh shit," she muttered.
From her high position, Aileen assessed the situation and was convinced that the trap had slammed shut. Two wolves got into a fight over a football game, and it soon turned into a brawl that engulfed the entire bar. At least forty wolves were involved. Several she-wolves managed to run out into the street, and she was jealous of them since she had no opportunity to follow their example.
At this moment, she bitterly regretted that she had not stayed home. She just wanted to spend the evening, angry at the blows of the bitch fate and trying to forget Mark and his so-called love with a couple of glasses of alcohol.
The two wolves grappled and wrestled, still standing. They crashed into the wall near her and tripped over a man who was still trying to lift his drunken body from the wreckage of the table. Both fell on top of him. She looked around the room desperately again, hoping that everyone would just stop fighting.
The doors remained open and she saw several unusually tall men enter the bar. They all wore the same black uniform and police riot gear. Their black helmets, body armor on their torsos, and shield-covered faces were what she had longed to see. Help has already arrived, these guys know their stuff and will quickly take control of the situation. She felt joy and relief.
She wasn't the only one who noticed the police. Several drunks, fearful of possible arrest, straightened up in the path of the entering men, and she screamed as someone fell again near her table, which could not withstand another blow and overturned. The girl tried to grab onto something - anything - but she ended up falling to the floor on her butt.
Pain shot through her spine, leaving her frozen in shock, but when someone almost stepped on her toes, she immediately came to her senses and tried to tighten her arms and knees. She desperately crawled to another table to hide under it, because, as practice had shown, being on top was not a good idea. But she never made it there.
Something large and hard landed on her back, flattening her on the floor, and knocking the air out of her lungs. It was a man, he was incredibly heavy and had no intention of getting up. Soon another body landed on top of the first, pinning her to the hard surface of the floor. Their weight was enough to make her choke.
Someone swore loudly, stumbled, slammed his heel into the girl's thigh, and fell with all his weight on her legs. She moaned in pain. But the situation became even more desperate when other men also began to stumble and fall on her.
Life was slipping away, everything around her was fading into darkness, and she had no choice but to accept her fate.
Black the Beta of the Pack was angry he just visited the bar. He looked with irritation at the men he had managed to gather in such a short time. "Don't hurt stupid drunk people. Let's just separate them and get out of here!"
None of his pack wolves wanted to be here. They would prefer to carry out their duties in the pack. Contact with people never promised anything good. The wolves were not like ordinary people, and therefore many were afraid of them. The mixed genes of humans and animals changed not only their appearance, but also made them stronger and faster, and most people could not accept someone so different.
The two drunk men closest to Black only noticed him when he grabbed them by the shoulders and pushed them away from each other. One look at the angry wolf was enough for them to run away - the fear of him was stronger than the anger and desire to continue the fight. He moved towards the next pair of fighters, squeezed between them.
"Stop!" He growled and did not hesitate to use fear as a way to free the bar.
A woman's scream came from the far end of the room, and Black's head jerked in that direction. His gaze settled on a red-haired woman standing on a table, wedged in the far corner of the room, but she suddenly fell to the floor and disappeared from his sight. The woman seemed scared.
He turned his gaze to his wolves, who were leading people outside, but it was not fast enough to reach the woman without hindrance. He looked again at the place where she had disappeared. He was taller than the people and had a better view, but he still couldn't find her in this crowd.
What does a little human woman do in the middle of a fight? He didn't know the answer to this question, but it was obvious that this whole situation was completely devoid of common sense. Human women are fragile and non-aggressive. His instincts screamed that she was in danger. He decided to save this little red-haired woman and began to make his way in that direction.
"Get out!" he growled at drunken people, grabbing them as he moved and throwing them to the sides. The little woman was still nowhere to be seen, but when he looked again at the corner where he had last seen her, he couldn't help but notice the pile of men lying on the floor.
Once, she broke into his life and pestered him so much that he had nowhere to escape, but she suddenly disappeared. Six years later, he went from being an associate professor in the music department to the president of a well-known domestic and foreign group and caught the runaway girl back to his side. "Ethan White! If you kiss me again, I will--" "What will you do? Bite me?" So, he was thrown to the bed by her mouth-to-mouth with a whine.
But it wasn't just fear, she was irresistibly drawn to a stranger. She wanted him to touch her, to kiss her. Gillian's legs were giving way from an inexplicable desire. She had never experienced anything like this. She wouldn't say she loved him, but she still felt sympathy. And then one meeting, Asher Christian swallowed her up. Asher leaned over, and she pressed herself into the bark. In her zeal to keep their bodies from touching, she overdid it and scratched her back, and badly. She felt a burning sensation. "You need to be careful." The voice flowed like a pleasant wave. His fingers wandered over her bare skin and gave a short kiss to her lips. "Asher Christian! If you kiss me again, I will--" "What will you do? Bite me?" And then he pinned her to the wall.
Asher Black is the future Alpha of the Black Shadow Pack, and Jolie is just a simple maid. Two stripes on the test. Pregnancy... Asher quickly got rid of them. But five years later, as if nothing had happened, he wanted to take her daughter away from her.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
"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.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.