Keagan is the definition of bad boy. College man with a body that could make even God moan and an attitude to put the devil to shame. Between classes and drinking parties , sex and boys, Keagan had it all. Until Jamison. Small, skinny , anti-social. Will he be able to tame the sex god or be eaten alive?

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

My name is Rolland and I grew up in an orphanage in the middle of town. I've lived here as long as I can remember. I always tried to ask why me or any of the other kids were here but the woman who ran the orphanage just answered by holding up a sign saying 'I'm busy. Go play, Rolland.' After my eighth birthday I stopped asking. Besides, I think I already knew why my parents hadn't wanted me... I was completely deaf. (This will NOT be a super perverted book, even being bxbxb. So if you are looking for that, go elsewhere, k! I'm here for the story and a bit of horror and romance mixed in!)

(Can be read as a stand-alone but it is a spin-off from Bleeding Heart and I'd recommend looking at that one first to get a better idea of his previous situation) No good deed goes unpunished. Not even for the king of wolves. Marquise had been one of the first werewolves to settle into society with his pack. He had paid a high price for the relative safety, though. He had forced his wolf to become a test subject for science, and while its blood had helped countless humans, in the end, not only had he destroyed his other half, rotting it to the bone and forcing it to seal itself away within him, he had also unintentionally brought chaos and pain upon the other wolves he had recruited to live within the city. Now, left with nothing, not even a wolf of his own, Marquise leaves London and enters the dangerous forests surrounding it, intent on allowing his body to finish decaying until it took his life... if a feral wolf didn't get to him first.