He moves his mouth up the side of my neck until I can feel his breathe on my lips "Call me Damien my love, I am no King to you." He says against my lips. "One thing is right about that" I say my hand inching toward the door handle. "You are no King of mine" -------------- 22 year old Orabelle has been on the run from her old pack since the day she turned 16 and refused the offer of marriage to her 39 year old, mateless Alpha. Labeled as a traitor by her Alpha she was kicked out and made rogue. After 6 years she's stronger and a leader of a small rogue pack, on a day of hunting the Alpha king's men capture her. Unbeknownst to Orabelle the infamous, cruel Alpha king is her mate.

She looked up, tears drenching her dark eyelashes. She sees him in the obsidian shadows of the room. A scream is stuck in her throat, unable to erupt from her mouth. She tries to turn and run, but as she moves her feet and takes a step, muscly arms encircle her waist. She feels her body lift above the ground, and seconds later her back slams against the wall. His fingers dig into her wrists, making her feel a stinging pain shoot up her arms. Her eyes are shut tight. 'Open your eyes'. She keeps them shut. 'Open your eyes, angel'. Her head is twisted to side, wanting to melt into the wall. His broad chest pressed up against every inch of her skin. He slams her against the wall again, making her yelp in pain, 'I SAID OPEN YOUR EYES!' She opens them slowly and looks at his face. She can see his eyes, black pools of emotion. Obsession. Lust. Possessiveness. Desire. Love. Dominance. Angelica Ziva Kareem. A beautiful, young woman, who aspires to complete her degree in Medicine. Her dream? To travel the world, to be free and to help those in need. Gabriel Dominic Rodrigo. Handsome, dark, possessive. Rich and hard working to the world above. Monster to the underworld. His life? What he wants, he gets. And he has his eyes set on little Angelica.