Adalyn Felicity De Bourgh is black, tall, curvy and the 24 year old, sole heir/descendant of the De Bourgh family, the alpha line of a small countryside pack. Being 24, she has all but given up hope of ever finding her mate. On top of that, her elderly parents want, but also need to retire from their leader positions. Her mother has given her an ultimatum. By the time she turns 25 she has to either: find her mate, get impregnated by a suitable sperm donor to give her alpha-offspring, or let go of the pack altogether to let it merge with another pack. Problem is, her 25th birthday is in three weeks' time and how is she supposed to juggle between making the most important decision of a lifetime and her day-job?

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

This is the second book of His series. Please read the first one (His At Night), otherwise this book won't make any sense to you. * It hurts. Not physically. It hurts emotionally. And that's the worst kind of pain a human being can ever feel, because you literally can not do anything about it. There's no cure. There's only the time passing, making the pain more bearable, but an ache stil stays behind. That's how Braden leaves Rory that night he decides it's game over for them and leaves her. She misses him terribly. She needs weeks before she decides she's ready to face the world again. But then, everything comes crashing down on them when they see each other again. And now the real question is, who's going to be the first one to cave in and swallow their pride? Will they find their path back together or is it really that for them - game over? But was it really just a game in the first place?

what could a couple of games of one single dare game lead up to with one girl and one boy

Sam was a rich college student at Olive Branch Private University who had just turned 18 a few months ago. She was known as the innocent little virgin who stuck to her studies and had no time for boys or even dating. When she meets a rich, powerful, and secretive man who lives next door to her comes running into her life, what will she do despite of their huge age gap.