Any other man I wouldn't be afraid of but Lycan Leader Malcolm's body extrude a kind of confidence and primal power that even I can't ignore. --- Running from a psychotic ex and charging straight into a familiar Scottish Lycan Leader's territory. Head strong lone lycan Isabella Carson was about to re-encounter a predator that had set her heart and soul on fire before. Captured and imprisoned by the Scottish lycan leader named Malcolm, she knew in order to be able to survive and escape was to make the leader trust her. Only thing is, she was the one that broken his heart many years ago. Malcolm McLean was over a hundred years old. A lycan that lived that long knew too much, seen too much, and fought too long. Malcom lived his life by one rule; do not let anyone near enough to touch him. His heart taken and stash away in a dark place to prevent any emotions to cloud his decisions. He set in preparation to kill whoever dared to challenge his position. Upon receiving a warning from his post guards that someone had entered his territory, Malcom was more than ready to end the imbecile's life. Malcolm was beyond shocked when the imbecile he was ready to end, was a tiny blond woman half his size who was the culprit that appeared on the edge of his territory. To shake his world up more, she was the one who made him the man he was today. Bounded together by fate, Malcolm and Isabella will learn that fighting alone won't always bring you out alive.

Is it possible to fall in love with your enemy? *** Rosemary never expected to be mated to the popular, sexy, and total hunk Gamma of her pack. She wants nothing to do with him but avoiding him isn't so easy. They are polar opposites and to be his in every way has got to be nothing more than a dream...or so she wants it to be. When a twist of fate has the two dumbstruck for the first time, will they be able to accept their destiny and fall for one another?

"You're mine. It doesn't matter where you come from." His hand grips my wrist, stopping me. "You know it matters." I turn away, hiding the moisture in my eyes. I can't cry. "Eliana please! Look at me!" He tugs me back into his arms, tightly embracing me. "I won't let you leave. You belong with me." ***** Eliana was content with her lifestyle, as her pack's slave. Horrible, but it was all she had ever known. There was nothing better to compare it to. Alpha Noah keeps his distance with everyone and although head of one of the strongest packs in the nation, his past haunts him. Things like love and friendships are unknown to him. Unimportant. She's hurt and so is he. What happens when mates with such different views on life and experiences, meet? Will a connection spark? Or will the fuse fail to light? And when the lurking past faces them again, what will they do? *** A puppy love kind of story that's full of passion, ig. Not your usual werewolf book.

He was powerful. He was terrifying. Said to be cruel and unjust. Terrifyingly possessive. He had the world, but to him she was his world. There was nothing he wouldn't do for his miraculum.

❝I think he is attracted to her. Look at this beauty. Which man wouldn't want to keep her for himself? After all, ruling alone for such a long time he must be in search of a queen.❞ He's said to be the first creation of the moon goddess. The lone wolf, Arles. The king of all wolves. An immortal. A god. They say he ruled ruthlessly. He had the power to change the inescapable destiny of man itself. She was a mortal. A troublemaker. She didn't know what she was getting into when she crossed him. ... the end chapters are available on Inkitt for free. the link is in my bio. I don't own the picture used in the cover.

I have nothing left to give up. At least that's what I thought until she walked into my life. I never thought I'd find my mate, not after this long, and I sure as hell never expected to fall so hard. But suddenly, I have everything to lose. Not all that long ago the wolves were on the verge of extinction and now the balance of peace and destruction lies in my hands. It's either her, or go to war, and the decision isn't an easy one to make. The Fae king wants blood, more importantly, my blood. I'm not afraid of him, or even dying for that matter, but if I revel my secret, lives are sure to be lost. The Fae king will stop at nothing to destroy me, but that's if I don't destroy myself first. *Warning: Contains some strong language and mature scenes*

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*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*