*Completed but needs editing* *I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE/COMPANY PERMISSION TO USE THIS BOOK ON OTHER WEBSITES, THIS IS WRITTEN BY ME ON WATTPAD ONLY, IF YOU SEE IF ANYWHERE ELSE IT HAS BEEN STOLEN* sabella was abandoned at birth, just left outside a pack house door on the steps in a hopes that the pack that lived there wouldn't kill her on the spot for being an imposter. This wasn't the case, the old Alpha of the pack took pity on the baby and took her in, although he raised her as his own when he died she fell into the bottom ranks of the pack because she never truly belonged, Isabella thought she wouldn't never be loved or respected until she met the Alpha of all Alpha's: The Alpha King.

✖ WATTPAD FEATURED ✖ "Don't erase the mistakes. Learn from them instead." ---------------------------------------------------- For years, Errol Balker has been running away from his life, shutting out the previous world as he attempts to start a new one. All he wants is change; to be better; to be a tame monster. Amidst focusing on what he does best - which is drawing - he finds it fairly impossible to begin afresh when he refuses to acknowledge the damage that he has left behind, especially when bits of history follow him around like a shadow, like a constant reminder of his past ... © A. Zah 2017 | Highest rank: #148 in General Fiction |

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

❝Sadist,❞ I accused. ❝You only brought me to New York so you could torture me.❞ ❝Masochist.❞ Grinning, he pressed his forehead to mine. ❝You stay because you like it.❞ His charming green eyes promised me more. ❝Enjoy it; I want you to. When your mom died, you lost everything; I want the rest of your life to be beautiful. And shiny.❞ Hooking the gold chains at my neck, Tyler pulled me in for a kiss sweet like the bubbly, urging my hips back and forth with his hands. ❝Tell me again,❞ I said, holding his perfectly unshaven face, falling for the portrait of his utmost concentration. Foamy water sloshed the sides of the tub, Tyler gripping the rail as we kept the rhythm. ❝That part, when you said I can have it, that it's not too much.❞ I needed to hear it, as badly as I needed to feel him inside me. ❝It's yours, Aaliyah.❞ Tyler's upturned gaze never wavered as he promised me the world. ❝Everything.❞ * * * Aaliyah must choose - stoke the fire or kill the flames...