A werewolf/vampire novel.
Her identity:
"I am your father."
I scoffed. "No, you're not. How's that possible. My father, you know, the one that fucked my mother, which led to me, made me. And you're not him."
"You've not been listening Aurora." He chided, his words painfully low and dark as they uttered my name. It held such power and dominance that I instantly shut up, whatever comeback reply I had stuck in my throat.
Swallowing heavily, I fell back to a chair and simply stared at him, waiting. He sighed, "the act of making a baby is more than science, it's pure unadulterated beautiful magic. You say I'm not your father, your father's magic made you, after he - as you so vulgarly put it, fucked your mother." He paused, his gaze arresting mine. "Is it not possible that my magic replaced his and erased every bit of his being on you, so that you're no longer his and entirely mine, blood and soul."
How?
Her desires. . .
He stood before her, gloriously naked, his perfect body in sight for her pervert eyes to drool over. He was hot and handsome, muscular, but not in an unnatural way. His entirety oozed of raw animalistic power, enough to send the stupidest of fools scurrying away.
Every bit of him screamed dominance, from the way he stood naked in front of her, confident with just about the right amount of arrogance to match the delicious smirk on his lips.
He was an alpha male. A werewolf. Her gaze scanned every part of him, every bulge, every rippling muscle, going down until. . .
It didn't help her lust induced mind that he was well hung either.
His searing green eyes captured hers, lips curved in a captivating smirk, amused, it told her he knew exactly what she had just done to his body.
She gulped. He would be her downfall.
Then what she became. . .
"What's happening to me?" I asked eyes wide as I struggled to breathe.
"You're still a vampire Aur, the only difference is. . . now you crave the wrong blood."
The Wrong Blooded!
"Beckett thinks I like you," I announced.
Oh my god, Lara! Shut up!
My grip wavered as his hand came around my face, holding my cheek in his delicate touch. He brushed his thumb against my lower lip, his eyes averting back-and-forth between my eyes and lips. He ran his fingers up my abdomen, gliding it up my cleavage to my mouth. My hold on him softened until I completely let go-my hand falling limp in between us. My pulse throbbed in my wrist.
He tilted my face up.
"Do you?"
My breathing picked up pace as I tried to concentrate on my feelings. His hands roamed about my body, leaving a trail of burning sensation to grow from his intoxicating touch.
"Do you?" I countered.
He smirked, his thumb grazing harder against my lips. He inched his face closer to mine. My heartbeat picked up pace. I didn't know what to do. My body froze as I tried to comprehend my next move.
God! Why couldn't this be as easy as sparring?
"I don't know, Lara," he said. He dipped his head low, and my eyes automatically fell shut. "Do I?"
His lips crashed on mine.
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Lara Deadwings is a silver-blooded girl in a world full of red-bloods who won't accept her in the society. She aspires to become a strong assassin to stop the criticism for once and for all. In her heist to become the best in a male dominated field of assassination, she meets Mihades Midgard.
Mihades is the only wizard in The Enchanting world, and also the topmost ranking Assassin in the field. He helps Lara to achieve her goals while involuntarily sparking a hot romance between the two.
But when Lara faces a major decision which leads her into jail, her life changes and she left to deal with a war that she wasn't ever prepared for. Will Lara survive the cost of her decision?
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Read my book "Tarnished Silver" to delve into the thrilling life of Lara and find out what happens next! This book contains violence and sexual scenes.
I will be publishing a chapter every day or two.