For a second I turned my back when I felt strong arms grab my waist and pull me back. Reese forced me to sit on his lap as I felt his lips near my neck. "You really want me to leave?" he whispered in my ear with that deep voice of his. "Y-Yes," I stuttered. My heartbeat quickened as he planted a kiss right near my earlobe. Why was he doing this to me!? "But I just got here," Reese repeated. This time I didn't prepare myself since he began to plant soft kisses on my neck, I bit hard on my lips. Reese's hands traveled up my body until they met my stomach, my breath quickening. "Tempted?" his soft but alluring voice asked me. I could've nodded but I was too focused on the fact that his hand was right at my stomach. Instead I turned my head back and smirked before planting a soft kiss on his cheeks. "Maybe," I whispered. ****** Maggie Rosewood is new to the town, and she's not your typical girl. With a dark past and dangerous habits, she isn't planning on getting any attention from anybody at her new HighSchool. Reese Matthews is the exact opposite. He loves the attention and makes sure he gets it 24/7. But after one good look at Maggie, he will make sure that she is his girl. ****This story also includes self harm and bulimia, just a warning. Also, @XxUrban_WriterXx for the amazing cover. And @LostGirl01Dee for the name.

Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her? Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her. "Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King. "How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me. "Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously. "You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world. He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur. He laughed even harder. I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then? "As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated. Huh, what did he mean by that?