Rage is the residential psycho of the club. Tormented by his own demons he lives in pain and agony, a constant state of rage. Everyone knows him as the Hellhound of the Riders of Tyr , known for his cruelty and the joy he gets from causing pain. To others and to himself. Loyal to his King and the club he craves for the liberation death will bring him. Till he meets Iris. Iris has escaped Hell and lives out on the streets till she surprises everyone and becomes a mechanic for the Riders. Afraid of her own shadow, plagued by the terrifying memories she never feels safe. Until she meets Rage.

Xea has been gone for two years, Kyle, Vanessa, and Fray have graduated. Xea has become stable in her emotions again. She decides it's time to be with the people she loves again.

Natasha has a secret. She has a sexy body, one that she keeps hidden. She was always the fat kid during high school. The kid that was always picked on. She barely had any friends. She went to college and found an interest in dance and she shed the weight however now she wears the baggy clothes as her shield. Her hair messy as not to attract the right men. Now she is working for the bullies that bullied her. Soon the school reunion is on the horizon. Should she show the bullies that she changed and they cannot hurt her anymore or should she hide behind her armour. Marcus and Max are twins. They are identical in every way. They tormented her throughout high school. Only because they secretly harboured feelings for her. That is why they employed her at their business. That is why they watched over her during the university years. They have been waiting years to mould her. Waiting for her to ripen so that they could taste the forbidden fruit that have been denied to them for so long. The clock is ticking. They given her ten years of freedom. At the reunion she will be theirs for the claiming. Rated 'R' Please do not copy or Steal any content of my story. And If you want to know if this story is for your read a couple of chapters and comments. Everyone is in on this story. Don't miss out x

A young girl of 17 years has spent her adolescence being passed around to different packs, isolated from her pack members, she has grown up alone, abused and experimented on. After 15 years she was finally called by the Werewolf Council to train at the elusive and hidden Citadel. There she was forced to study and train, a tool that the council could mold. But what if she was meant for something else? For someones else? She didn't know but soon her life would completely change thanks to her mates.

. -"Are you feeling me right now?" His voice goes deep and the grin on his face was sinful. "Jesus." I whimper. - Please vote and leave comments! I love to hear what you all think! Also, feel free to follow. I keep in contact with all my followers. Tori by all other standards is your typical 25-year-old single woman. She's beautiful, independent, and intelligent. She has a strong will and makes the best for herself in the big world of adulting. But there is a side of her that she has kept hidden from the collective. Tori is a little without a Daddy. Little does this little know, her Daddy had been right in front of her all along. All it took was seeing Brently in a different light for the night. Will it be for more than tonight? Who knows!

"Angel." Her name left his lips in a breathless whisper. His eyes dark and filled with regret, "Come here babygirl, please." She shook her head frantically, her doe eyes brimming with tears. His heart squeezed painfully at her broken look. He caused this. He made his Angel sad. How could he? A tear slipped down her rosy cheeks, causing his heart to bleed even more. A sob escaped her lips and that's when he rushed forward and engulfed her in his arms, ignoring her protests. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, chanting sorry over and over again. "My sweet Angel, i'm so sorry my love" ••• He was anything but kind. He was cruel and heartless. He could ruined a person's life in a snap. But there was this gaping hole in his heart and he didn't know what to fill it with. That was until he laid his eyes on her. ••• In which a billionaire became besotted with a young girl who knew nothing of the cruelty of the world.

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)