Heartbroken. When he rubbed it in my face that he never wanted me. Pain. That's what I felt when he rejected me. Alone. That's how I've been when I left him. Nevaeh Adams doesn't remember what happen when she was younger all she can remember was being found in a basement by a pack of wolves to only be treated like a slave by her fellow pack mates. She met her mate,Kayden Reid, the captain of the football team ,the guy of every girls dreams, Mr. popular, and the soon to be alpha of her pack,rejected her. Until all she had left was her broken heart. But she has a secret. A secret that she cannot trust anyone but her bestfriend. But what happens when that secret is discovered. She has so many questions. Well you got to admit, life is just full of surprises.

I am not your typical Alpha. In most werewolf stories the Alpha is a muscled, popular guy. I am the exact opposite. I am a tall, thin and nerdy guy. I am the lowest of the lowest at school. This is the story how I changed my life.

Dyllon moves into a new place, only to find out she is sharing a floor with a Vampire, Werewolf and Demon - her life becomes entangled with theirs, and finds out more than she originally bargained for. Caught in a bad romance, and mixed feelings, she's constantly fighting to stay safe.

RATED R! Welcome to seven days of pleasing Destiny. Ryan has a week to do absolutely whatever he wants to Destiny before he mates her. Follow their story and read how their passionate story unfolds.

“More! More!” I beg. My body craves this like a drug addict in withdrawal. I try to raise my bare hips to meet him, but the ropes dig into my flesh, rubbing and tearing the skin. “I don’t think you can handle more,” Thomas says. I whimper. “Please, Sir. Please give me more.” “That’s it, baby, beg for me,” he answers in a low voice, his fingers teasing my entrance and making me even wetter. “Please, Sir! Please give it to me!” “How much do you need it?” he draws this out. He slips one finger into me and I moan. He slowly moves it and I try to make him go faster, thrusting my hips to meet his hand. His other arm pins me down, restraining my movements. “How much do you need it?” he repeats, sliding a second finger in. “VERY!” I cry out. A third finger enters and he starts to move them faster. “Tell me how you want me to give it,” he growls. “GIVE IT TO ME ROUGH!” I holler.