Presley had it all, a loving family, great support, a great pack behind him. One thing he didn't have was his mate by his side. After seven years of not finding his mate, he had finally given up. He buried himself into his work, becoming one of the most ruthless alpha's known. His shell cracks when he finds his mate, prancing through a field of flowers. This is book two to the series, can be read as a stand alone, but I do recommend checking out The Omega's Mate? first, to get a feel on my writing.

{Completed} Every year the future Alpha's get together in cities all over the world. This isn't a party, this is training. For five weeks the future Alpha's train in combat from the best and gain knowledge from experts. Nate King didn't expect anything to be different about this camp. That was until he crossed paths with Brody Lewis, a tattoo covered, eye brow pierced, annoyingly independent future Alpha whose aversion to receiving any help in life he found quite endearing. On the full moon, these two guys didn't expect to find their mates, especially at an all Alpha camp, but they did. These two didn't anticipate that their summer camp would turn into a whirlwind of feelings and hope and responsibilities and love. Yet in the midst of it they find in each other what they had been missing their whole lives. Their other half, their mate. Yet, Summer has to end sometime and there are two packs that need them. Will these mates end up together? Or will their responsibilities tear them apart? {top: Werewolf #40}

"You're lying." Zavier spoke so low that even he barely heard his words himself. "Huh?" He picked up the volume of his voice this time, "You're lying." "No I'm not." "Okay, so if I was to come this close-" Zavier lifted Isaac's face by his chin and brought his face close to his. "- You would feel nothing." Isaac's nerves began to rise a bit, but maybe it was because of the alcohol that he wasn't terrified, "Yes. Exactly that." He agreed. "Even if our lips-" Zaviers lips brushed his, increasing his heart rate rapidly. It didn't last long, but it was enough to send Isaac's mind into a frenzy. "-brushed like this, you wouldn't feel anything." Isaac couldn't trust his voice, so just nodded, being full aware of the fact his cheeks were most definitely glowing red. "You lie a lot Isaac." Zavier whispered against his lips and leaned closer, making it look like he was about to close the gap. Isaac's eyes closed, expecting a pair of lips to meet his, but he was instead met with a bit of breeze from Zavier leaning backwards. A story where two boys find they have more in common than they'd like to think.

'No kisses.' 'Uh, what?' 'No kissing on the mouth. It's too personal,' Ivan says. Is the guy trying to get him to bed or trying to offend him? 'So is fucking,' Riyaan says, voice a little irritated. * * * Riyaan, who is raised as an orphan, dreams of love, care and a family of his own, meets Ivan, who is sceptical of love, relationships and family. Riyaan considers himself a lover, with a romantic ideology of heart, body and soul. Unfortunately for him, he can only get close to Ivan's body, but not his heart and soul, which he claims to belong to his ex-lover. Despite a no-strings-attached arrangement, Riyaan finds himself falling hard for Ivan. Not realising that somewhere between falling in love and having his feelings reciprocated, there's heartbreak that is all-consuming and soul-shattering. A complete HEA. No cheating involved ---------------------------------------------- Featured in Pride Shelf Dec'24 Part 2 @lgbtq Featured in Romance reading list @AmbassadorsIN

The room was pitch black but I could still see his handsome face. And even if I were put in a crowd and blindfolded, I would still be able to find him. His musky scent wafted across the bed to my nose. My favorite scent in the world. His eyes were on my face and I stared back. It felt like we were communicating with our eyes. Mine was saying "why won't you love me back?" and I was sure that his was saying "why is this dork staring at me?". At the sad thought I closed my eyes and took solace in the silence in the room, calming my raging emotions and fighting the threatening tears. I was half successful when I heard his deep voice. My eyes fluttered open at once as if they had been waiting for him to speak. "I'm sorry for what I said about you earlier" "It's fine" I managed to croak "I was scared and confused but not anymore" I did not understand what he meant. I looked at his face at the other side of the bed trying to decipher what he was trying to say but his face was blank. "Goodnight Marco" he said and closed his eyes. I lay in the same position, looking at the now sleeping figure. I was confused and curious. What do you mean by not anymore? I asked in my mind as if he could somehow hear me. But he couldn't. And I wasn't brave enough to ask. Afraid that my heart would be shattered again by the same person I had fallen madly in love with. The only person my soul longed for. The only person my body lusted for. I lay in that position, watching him sleep till my eyes gave up and closed on their own. ****************************************************** VOTE

[boyxboy] Simon Matthews was off limits. Off limits to everyone and everything. Everyone knew that. The football team knew that, the teachers knew that, hell even Simon knew that. But the one thing he didn't know was why. He didn't know why everyone avoided him like he had some sort of disease. Simon Matthews was off limits because Asher Ericsson liked him, and Asher Ericsson had a habit of being possessive. Cover design: @erroristcxxs

"You can't like him, you just can't!" "I know. It's wrong, but it's how I feel and I can't freaking control that." We've all heard the phrase 'The heart wants what it wants' or 'You can't control how you feel', and according to Nate, his life is just an example of that. (#5 General Fiction)

[Book One in a three-part series] At the age of twenty-six, Slater still hasn't met his mate and the pack elders are running out of patience. They want him to either take a mate or step down as alpha. To keep the pack out of the hands of his younger brother, Slater agrees to find a mate. However, when his pack rescues a group of wolves from a werewolf fighting ring, he meets his mate - an omega whose been held captive since he was fifteen. Timid and quiet was what Slater was expecting when he first met the wolf, but it becomes clear to him that omega or not, his mate still has a lot of fight left in him and is going to make his used-to-be simple life much more complicated. #3 in New Adult

"P-Please go away, don't touch me. Let me go Please," he pleaded. "Over my dead body," he growled "Come here, Malik. Don't make me ask again, it's our wedding night." "N-No, Please," he begged, "I am already married." warning🔞⚠ -18+ -r@pe -Smut -kidnapping -violence -age-gaps -gun -Mafia -Blood -Murder IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ ANYTHING ABOUT THAT PLEASE EXIT THIS STORY!!!!

A Dark Mafia Romance The first time Damien Volkov saw him, the world slowed to a whisper. The boy-no, the young man-stood in the street , books clutched to his chest, dark lashes fluttering as he laughed at something his friend said. A softness surrounded him, something untouched by blood or power. I want him. The thought was immediate, absolute. Damien Volkov was a man who didn't ask. He took. The world bent to his will; cities crumbled at his command. He had killed without hesitation, built an empire on the bones of the weak. Love was nothing but a tool, a weakness he had burned out of himself long ago. His wife, his mistresses, his children-mere obligations. But Luca Ivanov? Luca, with his bright, intelligent eyes and that shy, hesitant smile? Luca, who had no place in Damien's world of blood and brutality? but would He would belong to him.? ---