Freya stumbles across a place where she's not supposed to be. These people aren't normal werewolves either. A dark hidden secret. Unable to hide any longer.

Some flowers thrive in the dark.

Book Two of She Belongs To The King - With their school year coming to an end, it was time for summer vacation, but just like their school year, it would be a summer they would never forget. Secrets will finally be exposed, and Mia will soon discover that maybe she doesn't know everything about her childhood best friend. - ❝Everyone knows he belongs to her.❞ - WARNING [ contains mature language ] STARTED on March 16, 2018

Running. It was what Althea was good at. She'd been doing it for years, following her brothers instructions in order to stay invisible. When she stumbles into a small town, everyone seems to notice her. One person in particular seems to have his eye on her. Feeling like she's being watched at every moment, she decides to leave as soon as possible. But when the full moon hits, everything changes, and it doesn't seem like she has much choice but to stay. With a past chasing behind her and a secret of her own to keep, will she be able to stay. Or will broken wings mend themselves?

Liam Black holds a dark secret inside of him. This secret is cold, merciless, and as dark as the night. It flows through his veins and teases his skin, threatening to reveal itself every second he breathes. It is taking everything for Liam to keep it inside; to keep this dark secret from killing everything he holds close to him but his fear of losing control is greater than his strength. In attempt to keep everything he loves safe, he decided to run away without a trace. Many years later, and he has returned. He notices right away that a lot of things have changed---including a little certain she-pup who was no longer just a pup. Sage Collins has changed into a sexy temptress---tempting and claiming him in ways he could only dream of. Now, Liam's will power to hold back his beast is being challenged. He doesn't know if he will be able to hold onto his dark secret any longer when all he wants to do is to claim what is rightfully his.

*Chosen Mates* Mary Elizabeth Carter have gone through the Mating Ball for five consecutive years with no luck in snagging a mate. She didn't care if had a rank or he wasn't all that attractive. All she wanted was to be mated and sated. Yes, that's right. Thoroughly fucked. Now, at the age of twenty-five she was well on her way to be hung on the spinster shelf for the unwanted. She decided to break out of her shell and instead of waiting for someone to notice her. Get herself noticed. Her target was Beta of the Stonewall Pack. Luring him into a dark corner and planning to give the kiss of his lifetime, she gave it all. A kissed that took both of their breath away. The kiss led to an almost fairytale ending. Everything was going smoothly.... except she didn't kiss the Beta of the Stonewall Pack. Mary had accidentally snogged the most eligible bachelor that all unmated female werewolves have been pining for---Alpha Ryker of the Stonewall Pack.

"Never call a girl a bitch," I glared into his eyes as he opened them, piercing into me, the bright blue drink I had just poured over him still dripping from his dark hair. "Or she just might act like one." I gave him one last sarcastic smile before pushing by him and walking away, practically strutting. Well, this year will be fun... • • • • Crystal Summers; a self-proclaimed expert in all things sarcastic and the human embodiment of destructive decisions. Trying to get away from her troubled past, she moves with her mom to California to start a new life, and potentially not screw this one up. There, she quickly meets Scarlett and Savanah, her new-found partners in crime, and her life finally begins to feel normal again for the first time in years. But she just so happens to also collide with the school's sexy, notorious jackass, Ashton Monroe.. and his pack of asswipes. She loathes him, and the feeling is mutual. But as the poets say, the line separating love and hate is a very thin one. And often times, when two people hate each other, it can grow into much more. Hopeless devotion, if you will... • • • • !!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! • slight mention(s) of suicidal concepts • substance abuse, addiction, anxiety, PTSD • sexual assault, domestic abuse • strong language and mature scenes • • • •

The long awaited love story of Troy and Kylie. (From my wolf series)

Gunner Ardent discovers that his Luna is none other than Mindy Rivers. Granddaughter to one of the most ruthless fighters the Cobalt Nation has ever seen. Mindy, however, is a whole different story. She is shy, thin, and very breakable. He's been taught all his life that appearances do not matter, that his Luna will flourish once she becomes of age. But it is the stale scent that she carries that kills all hope withing Gunner. He could care less that she is terribly shy or too skinny, but he cannot overlook this specific problem. Mindy Rivers cannot be crowned Luna for she will be unable to provide the Nation with security and promise that the bloodline will continue.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.