Vampires lived in covens, werewolves lived in packs, and witches lived in families, and not once did in breeding dare happen, for it would throw off the balance that our worlds existed in. What if I told you that all you knew about our world, the supernatural world, wasn't 100 percent true? Well, let me inform you, you were feed a lot of bull shit! Please allow me to set the record straight.
"Tyler Black, what a pleasure."
"I'll make it quick, Fire, as I know you are a busy...woman." I heard the snicker and rolled my eyes. "My son is taking over...the family business, as I'm sure you have heard."
"Grayson is it? He's all grown up and ready to fight in the big bad world?...What do you need from me?"
"I want Grayson to meet you, to make sure our further dealings are okay and you both are comfortable."
"I can't say I get too many werewolves in my office, let alone Alpha's, or their sons, but yes, I can meet him today. Can he here by 3?"
I stood up spinning around as the door opened, my red vampire eyes staring straight into the deepest, darkest pair of black ones I had even seen, an extraordinary feature on a wolf. My breath hitched and I struggled not to let his effect be known, after all, werewolves had the uncanny ability to have a strong sense of smell.
Are you ready to head into an unknown world?
CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.
"Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall.
A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked.
I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me.
His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another.
I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me.
"Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet."
My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again.
He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric.
I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination.
"Say it," he demanded.
I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back.
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Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is.
But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is.
Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away?
Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision.
Is it worth it?