Alpha of the Darks, Vince, imprints on Nya but keeps it a secret. Excerpt Vince was resting in bed running the day's events through his mind when his heightened sense of hearing was alerted to the sound of ruffling sheets. Little feet hit the ground telling him it was a female and the odd placement of footsteps lets him know it wasn't Malina. He rises and when he widens his bedroom door Nya's scent flooded through his nostrils. He clears his throat instinctively and follows the smell into the hall. There he finds her coming straight towards him. He was surprised she was up this soon. She should have been out until the morning at least. Her foot was healed and her clothes were changed from earlier. She was now wearing a fitted cotton t-shirt, soft plaid shorts, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun. "What are you doing?" He folds his arms and angles his brows. She keeps her same pace beelined to him. Never, has he ever had the thought of taking a step back when being approached; until now that is. He hesitated. He firmly refused to let anything make him back down. This was his house, his rules, and she had no power over him. His focus inadvertently fell to her breast that lacked cover from a bra, and then to her smooth thighs, and like he has absolutely no control, to her toned calves. She was a foot away when the moon's glow from the skylight illuminated her face. His heart skipped a beat. It had never done that before. Then his train of thought went right off the tracks. He didn't realize how thick her lashes were, or how perfectly red her lips were stained. Where earlier she was pale, she now had a flushed pink color. The darkness from under her eyes was gone and her cheeks were slightly fuller too. He blinks away his unwanted thoughts when she stops inches from him. With a neutral gaze, an expressionless expression almost, she makes a sudden turn and goes around him. "What the f**k?" She was sleepwalking he registered.

I shivered as his breath fanned my neck. This was wrong, so wrong... "We shouldn't be doing this, Vince." My back pressed against the wall as I forced the words out. A smile played on his lips. "Vince?" He repeated, his hands rubbing the insides of my thigh. "I'm sorry, Daddy." His devious smile broadened. "That's right, baby girl. I don't care if this is wrong or not. You're mine. Now, go down on your knees, baby girl." My breath hitched. "What if someone sees us? My mother-" "Go down on your knees, Nina." He ordered again, as he unbuckled his belt. *** Pain. Self derogation. Being bullied. This was the story of Nina's life. What was worse than being hated on and despised by one own's mother? Resigning herself to the fact that she'd never find love, her story suddenly changes when she finds out about her mother's intention to get married. Not only does she discover that her new stepbrother is her ex and bully at school, but her mate is her new stepdad. Convinced that fate was playing a trick on her, Nina decides to avoid her stepfather for as long as she could. But can she? Especially when her attraction to him, and the mating bond is involved? WEEKLY UPDATES