When it comes to crowds or even a small group of people, Aurora Price, is shy, very reserved and doesn't talk much. She shrinks into her shell. The only two people she's comfortable around are her brother's Griffin and Max. When she's at home chilling with her brothers, she's sassy, bubbly and always singing and dancing. She has the voice of an angel, and the body of a goddess... but... she's broken in her soul. She's been abused and doesn't trust anyone but her brother's. They've bounced from foster home to foster home... but no one wanted to keep two gay boys and a shy, timid little girl. Until...... Oliver Stone... Tattooed from his neck to his hips, light grey eyes that look like smoke, 6ft 2 and nothing but muscle. Girls drool and immediately drop their panties at the sight of him and he knows it. He ruthless, bloodthirsty, powerful and a cold blooded killer. On the streets they call him "Ghost"... Rumors say it's because if you piss him off or mess with his crew, you'll never see him coming... you'll never predict when your death will happen... but you can trust that it will. He likes to play with his victims.. that is... until he crosses paths with shy little Aurora. She tamed the beast and she doesn't even know his name. .................................... "Hello there little one." He whispered as his arms wrapped tighter around me. Of all the times and places I fall, it has to be right now and in the arms of a god!? "What's your name beautiful?".... Did he just call me beautiful? I couldn't speak... I was too busy dealing with a panic attack to tell this sculpted god anything. Why was he asking anyways? No one takes an interest in me... Ever. "What's the matter angel? Do I frighten you that much?" He loosened his grip... I manage a small nod. He smiles and gently brushes his nose against mine.. my brother's call that Eskimo kissing. Whatever that means. "No need to be afraid of me sweetheart. I would never hurt an angel like you."

"You're mine," he growls lowly, bringing me back into his warm embrace. "I don't understand," I whisper as a few tears run down my cheeks. Braxton reaches up and softly caresses my face, before using his thumb to brush away the tears. "You will," he promises, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. "For now, just accept the fact that I love you." ~*~ For seventeen years, Brynlee Alexander has lived a normal human life. She has her fair share of friends, gets good grades, and has a passion for photography. But, her rich parents don't give her the time of day, so she's adapted to being on her own. While traveling throughout the Pacific Northwest, she unknowingly stumbles into the Dark Eclipse Pack's territory. Follow Brynlee on her journey to learn the truth about who she really is, and what it means to be an Alpha's mate.

Kidnapped to be loved, only by an obsessive most wanted criminal man; Justin Hudsons. Hailey Fay, a girl filled with such passion, blessed with beauty and smart. She's living in a house with her single mother, and now a prisoner of Justin Hudson's love. Will she love him back or will she love him; by force?

"Get in the fucking car right now" he ordered in a low voice that only I could hear. I knew there wasn't much argument left after his outburst but I did what I had to do. "No", I whispered , the voice barely audible to even my own ears. I was startled as the words left my mouth. "What was that babe?" He started stalking towards me and just like that the slightest bit of courage that I had in me, left. It left me in the hands of this devil. And before I could open my mouth to defend or to surrender myself , his hand collided with my left cheek, as my back was smashed against his car and he left me with the words echoing in my ears. "I think I need to remind my girl who she belongs to." ~ You know how life is one thing and in an instant it becomes something else? Like here I am Allison , having the perfect life I could've imagined for. I guess everything went downhill when I engaged myself in the struggle to save my boyfriend because that's when I lost myself. To this day I wonder whether it was my fault or what happened was meant to be. But either way I live to do one thing now. The only thing that runs around in my head all the time. The thing which gives me the slightest bit of hope that's left in me. ESCAPE.