For as long as I could remember vampires ruled other humans. I found it that way and I believed that was an injustice. Not like I could do much about it. Once I turned of age, I would be sold as a blood slave, a pet and my life would possibly end. I never liked these creatures to begin with. Adding salt to injury I was bought by a royal vampire, the prince. I cursed the day I was born. Maybe not all vampires were the same, but for humans that was just wishful thinking. (This book has mature mentions, violence, blood, sexual scenes and mature content. Proceed with caution.)

In a world ruled by mafia cartels.... Travis, the first son and heir to the Monrez empire has no rules whatsoever. Not even being straight. But there is one unspoken rule, one! Never mix with the family of the rival cartel. But why should he do that? Especially since he's already so obsessed. And maybe...not the healthy kind. ~~~~~~~~ TRIGGER WARNING: Dark themed *Substance abuse *physical abuse *Kidnapping *Rape. NOT EDITED!!!!!! #2 rivalry #3 gayboys

Being a werewolf wasn't all bad, I had a pack, loving yet annoying family, friends, tight knit community. The one thing I really hated was the season. The simplest way to explain the season was the six weeks us werewolves procreated, females went into heats, males rutted, and omegas, like me, got our asses chased like they were made of gold. I'm serious. I avoided the sordid affair all together, turning down all those asked to be my season partner but with the pack leaders son on my heels and a new alpha in town, i don't think i can sit this season out.