She's not your average she-wolf. He is the King of all wolves. She has no desire for a mate. He is looking for a mate, he can call his Queen. The seasonally Hunt is about to begin. Just weeks away from the Mating season and Blake Norton doesn't want to have any part in the ceremony. She would rather live her days alone than be with someone knowing that she could never make them happy. Living for just her pack, she is well known to be the strongest wolf in the world. But Blake has a secret. Secrets even her only living relative doesn't even know. Eric Price wants nothing but to find his mate. Traveling to the Blake Water pack he comes across a she-wolf covered in blood, smiling down on her prey of a small pack of rouges that she single handily fought. The she-wolf was a creature he had never seen before. A woman who didn't cower to her king but would rather make a mockery out of him. But to his surprise, she was the Beta of the Black Water pack and his mate. (You will laugh. You will cry. And would wish nothing but hope the Moon Goddess would spare these two Mates to be together.) This is book one out of four of the "The Hunt series".

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.

[Dark Mafia: fake Marriage] He dominated Russia with power that no one was able to acknowledge. His presence was felt at night and his power hovered over the atmosphere of Russia like an insane demon. Though there was something about him that was considered dark, his smile. His smile hid his alot, and many were those who feared his smile the most. Inna Grace Ruslan was in Russia with the need for money. She swore to do anything to get money even if it meant to lie about her baby brother being her son, and a random stranger being the father of her said 'son' Well, actions got consequences, though she wouldn't know that because this stranger had a smile that hid the dark side of the game she had pulled out. ____ Read at your own comfort. Dark scenes available +18 to enter this hell