Rosalie Johnson is the type of person that prefers to stay in her bed, intrigued in a book instead of partying on the weekends. But when her best friend Maya is turning 18 she has no other choice than to ditch her books and go to Maya's birthday party. She was only planning on a little dancing and maybe a tiny bit of drinking but life isn't fair and things never go as planned. So think of how Rosalie feels when she wakes up the next day in bed with no other than the bad boy of the school, Blake Parker. Everyone's first instinct would be to run away right? So that's exactly what she does making the decision to just forget about it. But she's soon caught in a sticky situation when she finds out she's pregnant one week later. Scared and confused she packs her bags and leaves town never telling Blake about the state she's in. She thinks he won't want to do anything with the baby seeing that they're still young and that he's a bad boy not to mention a player. But little did she know that he was looking for her. Little did she know what he really was. Little did she know what was about to come. What's a bigger shock finding out that you're pregnant with twins or finding out that your babies are the heirs of the most powerful pack around?

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.