The Devil's Sweet Snare (EDITING)

The Devil's Sweet Snare (EDITING)

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Phoebe is a hybrid; half werewolf and half succubus. Her demon blood being more dominant than the other made her wolf weak, thus leading her mate, who is an alpha to-be, rejecting her and making her life a living hell, just for the fun of it. But when her dormant succubus powers wake on her sixteenth birthday when she's all alone in a big house with her new drop dead gorgeous stepbrothers, what is Phoebe to do? With all the hormones her body has been releasing, her brothers' have come to believe that she was their mate and they were all practically clawing at her door trying to convince her so. ****I stopped right in front of Axel, he flashed me - what I supposed was - his infamous seductive smile and leaned into to him, taking in his intoxicating scent, a luxury I was never given because he didn't want anything to do with a hybrid. Licking my lips and giving in to my wolf's request for at least one kiss with her mate, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and stood on the tips of my toes and pressed my lips against his for a hungry and passionate kiss. Sparks exploded inside of me and I had to bite back the moan of pure ecstasy that threatened to escape my lips. Axel returned my kiss with the same intensity and deep longing. I found myself tangling my hands in his styled hair and his arms wove themselves around my waist as he pulled me closer to him. It'd felt like we'd been stuck like that for an eternity and before I had any say in it, I was wrenched from the arms of my mate and faced with a furious - about to blow - Kendra. Her arm raised and she slapped me for all I was worth. And God, did it hurt.****
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"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

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