When popular fashion designer, Julius Arlan, begins developing his latest clothing line, he decides to take a gamble on a collaboration to try and expand his brand. But when the other brand in question is owned by the infamous, ruthless business queen, ceo and heiress, Raylene Onte, he may be getting more than he bargained for. And not in the way he would have expected. Raylene Onte. Tyrannical business queen, heiress and current Ceo of the Onte business empire and eligible bachelorette. When she wants something, she'll get it, no questions asked. And she's ready to sink her claws into her latest target, no matter what secrets he has. She may just be a blue-eyed wolf with an appetite for a certain black-furred (and very nervous) rabbit. Tyrant business queen Ceo x Cool-on-the-outside fashion designer with a possible secret identity (Alternating First Person Narrative) -WARNING- [This story will contain fairly graphic depictions of violence and grey moral ground. This does not include gore.] Updates: Once a week (or just whenever I'm free tbh 😅) Check out my AU 'The Villainess's Antihero Crush'. https://www.wattpad.com/story/400751167-the-villainess%27s-anti-hero-crush

Leon, a sheltered omega and the only child of a wealthy family, falls head over heels for Athea, a stunning and mysterious alpha, at first sight. At just 18, his heart is pure, his dreams bright, and his love unwavering. Athea, the 25-year-old daughter of the Prime Minister, is everything Leon isn't-bold, confident, and impossible to resist. Drawn to her enigmatic charm, Leon believes he's living a dream romance. But beneath the surface of their passionate connection lies a darker truth-one that Leon, blinded by love, refuses to see. As their worlds collide, he begins to realize that Athea is far more complicated than the perfect alpha he envisioned. In the Shadows of Love, a tender romance turns into a gripping tale of passion, control, and the lengths people will go to for the ones they love. Will Leon's heart lead him to happiness-or to the edge of his own shadow?

"You're so far up denial's ass I'm surprised you can still see the sun." aithne snorted. "Good one, Ayan. Did you make that one up, or did you hear it when you were guzzling the elder's cock like a starved whore?" I pouted, ".... that was mean." Aithne leaned back on the island before smiling into her cup of coffee."Don't dish it if you can't handle it, baby boy." I walked up to her, wrapping my arm around her waist and laying my head on her chest."I can handle anything you throw at me." I raised my head briefly and smiled before resting my head back on her chest. "I am made for you." Aithne wrapped her arms around me, running a hand up and down my back. "You're my gift from the goddess. I suppose." "Yeah, I am."