Thoughts

Thoughts

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, May 24, 2025
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Eloise Rosa is an interesting person. Her shy demeanor and crimson colored cheeks-her unhealthy obsession with books and desperation for human connections despite her refusal to go outside. She was a gentle woman, with a heart fragile as glass and a mind of chaos. With never ending anxiety, she's often forced to live her days in doubt, a nagging voice within the depths of her mind making her question her capabilities of finding love. That all changes when her best friend invites her to a party. Where she meets Sin Hernandez-a forward, handsome and dominating man who sees Eloise for who she really is. ------- Sin looked beautiful in the light of the moon, his olive stained irises glistening as he stared off into nothingness. My eyes darted around his figure, absolutely mesmerized by his entire being. He was walking sex-fueled by desire and unafraid to showcase what he wanted. The words that exited his lips often left me speechless, yet Sin knew me better than I knew myself because deep down, I yearned for his domination. And he knew that. When his gaze drifted to me, I could feel my body engulf in flames. Bashfully, I turned my head, distracting myself with the scenery, but Sin was a demanding man. He craved my attention-reveled in it, needed to make sure I was aware of his unrelenting attraction to me. His hand trapped my chin in a firm, yet gentle hold; a burning passion igniting the sparks of hazel writhing within the depths of his eyes. "Don't look away, Eloise. You're too fucking beautiful." Unable to handle his close proximity, I attempted to turn my head, but his rough hand prevented me from cowering away like I wanted to. "Oh," I sputtered. I watched as a chuckle escaped his rose colored lips and then, he bent down slightly, placing a small peck on my pale lips. "Say," And another. "I know, baby." And another. My body reacted on its own, wetness pooling in the bottom of my stomach as I clenched my thighs.
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VIOLET I've been called too much since the day I grew hips and learned how to use my voice. Too loud. Too soft. Too thick. Too Black. Too hungry for men who never knew what to do with me. That's fine. Let the weak choke on my flavor. I came here to work. A two-month contract with a secretive werewolf pack, patching up warriors and pretending the whole fated mates thing doesn't apply to humans like me. Then I met him. Leon Starling-six-foot-six of alpha arrogance, with glacier eyes and a body built to sin. King of the Crescent Moon Pack. And apparently... fated to me. Our first meeting? In his oversized, overcompensating office. He told me to show respect. I told him to choke on it. "You're in my territory, human," he growled. "And you're in my light," I said. "Move." The problem? I don't want to be claimed. I want to be taken. But every time I lean in, he backs off. Like he's scared I'll break. "I don't want to hurt you," he says, voice hoarse, fists clenched. I smirk, slow and wicked. "Then you're not man enough to fuck me." ⸻ LEON She walked into my office like she belonged there. No fear. No scent of submission. Just fire, hips, and attitude. She was supposed to be another healer. A professional. Temporary. Not mine. But the moment I scented her, I knew. Violet Blues is everything I've been searching for-and everything I shouldn't touch. Defiant. Human. Forbidden. She looks at me like she dares me to try. Laughs like she knows I already lost. "You think your little attitude makes you strong?" I snapped. "No," she purred, dragging her gaze down my body. "But it makes you hard." I should've walked away. Should've buried the bond howling in my blood. Instead, I backed her against my desk and nearly begged. She doesn't want love. She wants to be ruined. "Say it again," I growl, my voice raw. "You're not strong enough to take me," she whispers. And that's when I knew- She wasn't sent to complete me. She was sent to destroy me

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