My Bully is a WEREWOLF!!

My Bully is a WEREWOLF!!

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Brandon seductively kissing my thighs, scrunching up my dress and smirked at me, "Baby, I want to make you feel good but you have to want it." "Want what?" I asked, confused. "Baby. I'm talkin' bout my long. Hard. Dick," I was a virgin. I didn't know what to do. "I-I want to go home." He paused and looked into my eyes, letting out a long sigh. "Alright...I'll take you home," he lazily got up. He pulled me towards him, holding my waist tightly, " One day, I'll have you to myself...and you'll be begging for more." Vanessa is a normal girl, living a normal life. Her life is as good as it could get and she was content with it. As most girls do, she doesn't find herself as attractive as she could be and was okay with guys ignoring her. She has been best friends with Josh for as long as she could remember. In her eyes, he was as perfect and valued their friendship beyond herself. Vanessa loved her life. Until the alpha of the town, Brandon, imprinted on her and life as she knew was flipped upside down. The dead wasn't dead, the supernatural roamed around blending into the life of the humans, and vampires loved onions. Will she accept the love of a sex-driven, dominant and possessively beautiful man? Could she handle being with someone who wasn't human?
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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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