The girl with no wolf. An extra mouth to feed. A liability. A defenseless miscreation. Seraphina had heard it all. She had felt it all too. The bone aching bruises, the defenseless claw scratches just shy of her neck on the edges of her collarbone, she had seen it all too. It had been so long since it had started that she couldn't recall a time when the degradation was compliments and not insults. Now, it was all she ever expected. If she had known five years ago that not having a wolf would cause this much hate she would have begged her parents to move to another pack. It felt like an eternity since it all happened. Or rather what didn't happen. She still could not shift. She was defective. A mistake in the gene pool. But she didn't know she would end up like this. She couldn't have, just like she couldn't have expected to come face to face with the Alpha Slayer. A man casted in shadow. Not many had ever seen his face, but that didn't make him any less real. Alphas after all were dethroned from the likes of him. Word spreads quickly. So, when Seraphina ends up in his line of sight she has a lot more to figure out than just not having a wolf, because it very well might cost her, her life. Updated: Weekly ⚠️Mature Content⚠️ Book is completed and currently being revised and rewritten. This is book one of the For the Taking Trilogy.

"You burned me alive. And I'd walk through that fire again, just to feel your flame one more time." It wasn't fate that pulled them together. It was something far more dangerous. A collision of fire and fury--of hearts too reckless to know when to stop. He was a storm--violent, relentless. And she, a spark too wild to be tamed. He was everything she should have feared: cruel, powerful, untouchable. But his love was an inferno, and she... she stepped willingly into the flames. When their worlds collided, it wasn't just love. It was obsession. A beautiful kind of ruin. Because some hearts don't beat... They bleed. And some loves don't heal... They burn. "If I disappear in the name of loving you, let the ashes remember what my heart dared to feel." [This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.]

Nicholas Lao Batista, editorial assistant at Will & Williamson Publishing, was not a naturally quiet person. Very few knew this, and he was not one of them. What he failed to say out loud, he wrote instead. It was something a starving artist would say, the kind he would talk shit on if he were loud and a hypocrite. Unfortunately for him, Nicholas was the starving artist, and his art was all he had: his only chance to be at the center of something. He never expected he would one day wind up literally at the center of it, plunging through the pages of an ancient journal into the story he wrote. Except nothing was as intended, and with every passing day, it became harder and harder to tell bad from good. What Nicholas needed was a way home, but he found himself wanting something more - something to do with unwavering eyes and surprisingly gentle hands.

Leila Ardeneux was born into a family of werewolves. By every principle of biology and logic, she should be one. But something is wrong with her, something that has caused her skin to be hairless and her teeth unsharp, something that has made her an outcast among her pack. She found her only solace in her best friend, Zakai Belfiore. He meant the world to her and she to him. They grew up together, playing childish games and pulling spiteful pranks. It was them against the world and they were inseparable, until they were torn apart. When they were fourteen, Zakai's family left the pack, thereby forcing him to leave Leila. After two years without him, Leila leaves as well. She runs away from her abusive pack to build a life as a human. For three years it works, and for the first time, her life is almost peaceful. Then one night a familiar scent wafts through the air, a dead body appears under a bridge, and someone is stalking her new human family. As the past converges upon the volatile present, Leila finds that she cannot outrun her blood so easily--or the right her birth has damned her to. Weekly updates! Cover made by @Silverless