If you enjoy this story please check out my rewritten version on my profile. Landon stood up and pressed Lyla against the wall so she couldn't escape. He then placed his hand on Lyla's chin and made her look at him. He then kissed her. It felt so good to be kissing his mate. It felt right. But Landon could kiss her to his heart's content when this was done, "this might hurt a bit darling, but before you know it, you will feel nothing but pleasure." Lyla felt her knees trembling with fear, "what? Let me go." Landon shook his head. He then looked at Lyla where her neck met her shoulder. He kissed it before he let his fangs elongate and he bit her. Lyla wanted to scream in pain as she felt Landon bite her. This was horrible. This was torture. But as soon as Landon's teeth had pierced her skin, Lyla felt nothing but pleasure. She felt happy. She felt warm and tingly inside and she was glad that she was pressed up against Landon. This was the most pleasurable feeling she had ever felt and Landon was right. Lyla screamed once more when Landon removed his teeth. All she felt was pain again and she slid down the wall and hugged her knees. What did Landon do to her? Did he want her to feel that much pain? And the pleasure was not enough for Lyla anymore, "what did you do to me?" "I marked you," replied Landon. "Marked me?" "Yes, darling. We have a bond now that can't be broken. You can run away, but you can't hide and I will always find you." Lyla Boyle never thought that she would be thrown into the world of werewolves, something she never believed in. But she was. And she never thought that she would be mated to an Alpha Wolf but she was. And now Lyla has to learn to live in a world that she never believed in and she didn't want to believe in it. With the turned wolves on the prowl for revenge, Lyla will be in danger, she will discover secrets that she never thought she would and maybe she will learn that it is easy to fall in love.

"Make me better." His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes moving over her sculpted body. "But, sweetheart, you're already perfect." If it weren't for her pounding heart, she would have rolled her eyes and replied with a snide remark. But instead, she said, "Make me irresistible. Make me someone better so he wants me." He lifted a brow, using his long index finger to considerably stroke his jaw. "Then it wouldn't be you he'd want. You'd be someone beneath you." "I don't care," she found herself saying. "I just want someone to look at me the way everyone looks at you - like you're something they want." He deeply sighed, nodded his head then turned away from her before saying, "We'll have to eventually break you in then, sweetheart. No one wants an inexperienced lover."

"Look at you," he said, throwing a strand of brunette hair over the girl's shoulder, "reading that romantic nineteenth century crap." Serena instantly cowered away from the man and fought herself not to look up. "It's twentieth century, and I'm reading this for school." Theo's mouth popped opened to form the perfect O shape. Then out of the blue he asked, "Are you a virgin?" "No," she surprised him by saying. She hadn't even missed a beat. "That's a shame."

"What are you doing here?" Theo tucked his hands into his pockets and shrugged. "I don't know." "You're lying." "Of course I am," he said, glancing down at the furious woman. "I wouldn't hop on a plane for no reason. I can't stand being apart from you, Serena." "Our last conversation doesn't convince me of that." She turned in her chair to avoid his gaze and stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest. "Is this it for us, Theo?" "What do you mean?" She took a deep breath and fought the cry that threatened to escape her. "Is this where we decide we're finished trying?"

"Pregnant," he said, the word rolling off his tongue. "Yes, Mr. Devereux, I am pregnant with your child." She cast her eyes down at her nails to avoid his intense hazel eyes. "Anyway, you don't even remember me. I just thought you should know. Goodbye." Oh, yes, he remembered this one. She had been a challenge, and when he finally stumbled into bed with her, he didn't ever want to stop his deep thrusting or the desperate movements of her hands in his hair, pulling him closer until they came together. "Olivia," he said, drawing out her name the same way he had during their passionate night. "I want my child. Give me proof it's mine so I can take this predicament off your hands." She laughed at the insensitive man. "How dare you have the nerve to call my child a predicament? There is nothing unpleasant about the blood I carry. Goodbye, Mr. Devereux, and I hope you rot in hell."

"Why Connor?" Camilla couldn't look him in the eye. She was already lying to everyone else, and although Stephen was just another person to lie to, it was harder. "He just makes me happy." "He used to tease you. You'd come crying to me," Stephen said with the shake of his head. "Suddenly you're in love, and you want to marry my brother." "Things have changed. We're adults now." He scoffed. "But instead of reaching out to me like an adult you accept his proposal." "He and I are together," she told him. "I'm sorry, Stephen."

He stepped toward her, lifted her chin in his hand and opened his mouth, but words wouldn't come out. "Connor..." "You could have been wearing something a lot similar to this while reciting your vows to Stephen." He wanted to sew his mouth shut when he saw the look of horror on her face. He had said something terribly wrong. "I forgot for a moment that you two are just friends and he gave you up because I love you so damn much." The dress was suddenly too much to bear. It weighed heavy on her, and the tiara on her head had her scalp crawling with beads of sweat. The lace on the gown made her entire body itch while the blinding white material burned her eyes to tears. "Get this off of me," she cried, desperately reaching for the zipper. A white dress and a jealous boyfriend were not included when she joined the agency.

When Queen realizes that caring for two boys is too much to handle, she must move in with her boss. Book 1 of 4.

Sample Manuscript- 70% Published : Decemeber 11th 2016 Scarlett has faced the rejection of her mate and come out the other side a little less naive and a lot more bitter. The only problem is her ex-mate doesn't want to let her go even though he's moved on with someone else. The only thing she can do is go on the run. But she crosses over into uncharted territory and lands herself in the hands of one very cold hearted Alpha. If the fates weren't cruel enough they've given Scarlett another chance at a mate with no other than the cold hearted Noah. His own past is tainted with darkness and heartache--leaving Scarlett to question if he even has the ability to love anymore. But whatever comes her way Scarlett is determined to have her second chance. Nothing is going to stand in her way, not the mate who rejected her, the rogues seeking destroy the little happiness she's been able to grasp onto or the man who seems content to push her away every chance he gets. what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger or at least that's what they say. *Cover made by Malot Aznar

Book #2 of The Soulmate Series After being sentenced to death from her fellow witches, Aurora escapes into wolf territory where she is almost killed by the rogue, Cortez. Left for dead, Aurora needs a miracle and a miracle is exactly what finds her. Alpha Xander has been leading his pack without a mate for almost five years and he is starting to lose hope that he will ever find her. He wanted needed a miracle. After attending a meeting between the packs, Xander finds his miracle. The witch covens are circling. The wolf packs are on high alert. Both sides are prepared for war, but at what cost? Can Xander find another miracle to keep Aurora safe from the coven who wants her dead? ***** All Rights reserved to me. Characters are my own. Picture on cover belongs to whoever posted it on google (i.e. Not mine) Read, Comment, Vote, and Follow.