"Get on your knees." His voice was low, rough, rolling over my skin like smoke. But I didn't move. I stayed exactly where I was, arms crossed, chin lifted in challenge. Submission was never my language. I loved control-lived in it, breathed in it. Except in bed. In bed, I wanted him to take control... But that didn't mean I'd give it easily. His jaw tightened. Impatience flashed in his dark eyes. Good. Let him burn. "Bella," he growled, voice sharper now. "Get on your damn knees." I smirked, slow and deliberate, the kind that always pushed him over the edge. I knew I was asking for trouble. I wanted it. "Testing my patience?" he murmured. "Fine. I'll show you exactly how you submit to me." I barely had time to blink. One moment I was standing, the next I was thrown over his knee-my stomach pressed to his thigh, my ass raised perfectly for him. His hand cupped me possessively, as if he had been waiting for this position all night. Excitement shot through me. So did fear. And God, I loved the mix. Then- CRACK. The first slap landed hard, echoing in the room. Pain flared, sharp and hot, pulling a gasp straight from my throat. My panties were gone-when did he even take them off? My skin throbbed, and behind the burn, heat pooled low in my belly. His hand smoothed the sting, almost tender. "I'm going to enjoy coloring your ass red. Twenty spanks. And after each one..." His fingers gripped my hips. "You will say, 'Thank you, sir. Can I have one more?' Do you understand?" A shiver ran through me. Pure bliss. "Yes, sir," I breathed. "Good girl," he purred. "See? Submission isn't so hard, Bella. Not when it's me." His thumb traced slow circles along the curve of my ass- SMACK. A sharp yelp escaped me. He didn't go easy; he never did. "Thank you, sir... can I have one more?" I whispered, breath shaky. He hummed approvingly. "Of course, Bella." And the spanking began-rhythmic, punishing, delicious.

"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

The SECOND BOOK of Is it Series. But Ara- Ara was breaking. Not gently. Not quietly. She was coming apart in front of him, and the sight cut through him like a blade. Her knees buckled. Her magic cracked. Tremors ripped through her. A choking cough tore free, blood spilling past her lips. Her fingers twitched for air that wouldn't come. Darkness swallowed her vision. Nature demanded its price. And she-always the one who carried what no one else could-paid it alone. Until he moved. Silent. Deadly. Relentless. He caught her before the floor could. She fell into him with a shuddering breath-weightless, burning, breaking. Every inhale was a losing fight. His heart slammed. His control shattered. "No." The word hit the air like a command to fate itself. Panic-raw, ancient-surged up his spine. "Breathe." "Stay awake." "Don't leave me." "Not again." His grip tightened, desperate, the bond between them thrumming like a frantic heartbeat. Magic. Fear. Want. All tangled into one. Every instinct-demon, wolf, man, monster-rose to shield her, claim her, keep her. He lowered his head, breath brushing her temple, voice rough enough to bleed. "Ara... don't you dare fall." She sagged against him, breaths stuttering. His arms locked harder, as if the universe might try to tear her away. His dominance wrapped around her like fire. His arrogance collapsed into fear. Every truth stripped bare: She was his weakness. His want. His danger. His undoing. He dragged her closer, feeling each faint heartbeat slice into him. His breath shook against her skin. Everything inside him-instinct, power, soul-rose and wrapped around her, pulling her into the center of him, refusing to let go. Every thought. Every instinct. Every piece of him- coiled around her.

The THIRD and LAST BOOK of Is it Series. "Baby. Are you even listening to me?" Darth's voice rumbled through the cabin, sharp enough to yank Ara out of her drifting thoughts. She blinked, her lashes fluttering as she looked up at him. "I heard you," she muttered, nodding once. "Good. Then answer me." "Stop calling me that," she shot back, irritation rising. Darth's lips curved-slow, arrogant, infuriating. "Stop calling you what, baby?" Ara groaned and rolled her eyes, heat crawling up her neck. Of course he found this amusing. Of course he loved poking at her nerves. "I am not your baby, Darth," she snapped, enunciating each word sharply. "My name is Ara. A. R. A." He stepped closer, lowering his head until his breath brushed her cheek. "Oh, I know exactly what your name is," he murmured, voice dipping into that maddening tone that always made her heart stumble. "But until you stop reacting so sweetly..." His fingers brushed a loose strand of her hair. "I'm not stopping." Ara froze, pulse tripping. "You're impossible." "And you," Darth whispered, eyes glinting, "are adorable when you're angry."

"I will be waiting for you. Stay behind the dance floor and don't turn around," he said to her over the phone-low, commanding, impossible to disobey. She did exactly as he ordered. She stood behind the dance floor where the lights barely reached, where shadows moved like smoke around the bodies dancing without a care in the world. Her heart thudded violently. This was the first time she would feel him so close again. Excitement curled in her stomach, fighting with nerves, with fear, with longing. Her breath caught the moment she felt warm hands slide around her waist-strong, sure, possessive-pulling her back into a tall, solid, unmistakably familiar body. A soft, shaky sigh slipped from her lips as she melted into him. "Missed me, love?" he whispered against her ear, his voice a dark velvet that sent shivers dancing down her spine. She placed her hands over his, afraid he might vanish again, and nodded quickly. "Have you been behaving?" he asked, his tone low and edged with a warning she felt deep in her bones. Another nod. She had. She'd been good-waiting, wanting, aching. His breath brushed her ear as he leaned closer, voice dropping to something sinful. "Good. Because good girls get rewarded." Heat flooded her cheeks, her breath hitching at the promise in his words-dangerous, teasing, unmistakably his. "Yes," she whispered, breathless, unable to hide how deeply he affected her.

They say, There is a very fine line between Love and Hate. What do you think?

It's him... I crave, I want, And I need. It's him and end of discussion.