"Do you have any idea how close fear smells to arousal?" He asked, his words making my breath hitch. "They both make your blood race in your veins and thicken your scent. It's making my mouth water little one." He spoke softly. Tears filled my eyes as horrible thoughts began to occur to me and I deeply regretted ever leaving that room. "Fret not my darling, I'm not going to take you tonight even though I so desperately want to. I won't force myself on you." He promised, but seeing as he had made another promise tonight that he had already broken, I had little faith in him. "Now hurry on up back to my room little mate. If I catch you out of bed again tonight, I won't let you go so easily." He said, pulling one more deep inhale before releasing me, stepping back. I could feel his eyes on me as I ran down the hall and then up the stairs, feeling hunted even though he wasn't giving chase. Credit for the amazing cover goes to @STESLARA

Sworn to the Blake family before her birth via a betrothal ceremony that was sealed in blood - one she knows nothing about - Rosaline has no idea how her life is about to change. She lives a normal, if not simple, life in the city limits of Seattle, WA with her cat Zeus. That is, she did until she woke up in a potential nightmare. Enter Daemon Xander Blake. Cold, distant, and controlling; the three words that best describe him. But then, so do sexy, mysterious, and alluring. And let's face it, what's a girl to do when she's trapped inside a cavernous, eerily comforting castle filled with every luxury imaginable to man - aside from plotting her escape, of course? But as time stretches on, Rosaline finds herself in a compromising situation; she may just be falling for Mr. Tall Dark and Relentless. And when said man makes a proposition to her one night - one concerning her departure from all things related to her glamorous prison, and essentially, Daemon himself - she can't help being more than enthusiastic about hearing him out. But can she really trust anything that he says? Excerpt: My body, previously uncomfortably close to Daemon's, was suddenly flush against him; my chin, between his index and pointer finger in a firm grip, was turned towards him; and my lips were slowly being ravaged by his in a demanding manner. Several different emotions began to assault me and I couldn't think to save my life. I let out a small whimper when he traced a fang lightly, teasingly along my bottom lip. His hands, no longer caging me in, where suddenly on my hips, digging into to the sensitive flesh there as he pulled me impossibly closer to him. It wasn't until I began to feel his lips moving down my neck, that I panicked. My mind, still hazy from the high that accompanied Daemon's touch, decided that it would be wise to pull away - but when I went to push at Daemon's shoulders he let out a low, threatening growl. Unedited. Weekly Updates. All Rights Reserved to @Chuggs3y.

The pack on the verge of collapse, Fie Wright watches as her Alpha falls into a downward spiral due to his dying mate. After searching high and low for a cure, Fie's Alpha gives up on not only himself but his pack as well, leaving the rest of them to their own turmoil. That is until whispers of a miracle cure strikes the very heart of the problem. Fie, along with a small group, is sent on a mission to far away lands to ask for the King's help to bring their Pack back to life. The King agrees but for a price of course. ********* The concealed King perched on his throne speaks up with a heavy yet smooth voice, the mere baritone sending delightful shivers up my spine as the royal directs his attention to me. "I will help you but I want something in return." Comes his clear daunting voice as the rest of the court remains silent, no one daring to speak up until they are spoken to. Steeling my spine, my eyes focus on what I assume to be his chest as my kneeled figure speaks up, "What would that be my King?" Silence reigns for a few seconds before the alluring voice speaks up, ripping me of my composure in mere seconds. "You."

She pushed against the door, struggling to keep 'them' from getting in. Her heart pounded, her mind whirled, and as she looked at the limp form of her companion, it dawned on her that she just might die tonight. What a way to go. Fighting for your life against some slobbery, smelly Howlers. Could be worse though. She could be having a heart attack at some concert, with Beyoncé shouting into a mic. She sighed and gave up. Quickly, she ran ten feet over to the limp body, pulling out her machete as she readied herself for a fight. From the darkness of the hall she saw red eyes starring at her, zoning in on her flesh. "May God have mercy on my soul."