On Sunday I came down to breakfast wearing a silk pajama set. It was a deep red, like the color of spilled wine, and matched my freshly painted toes. I yawned and waved at everyone as I headed over to the breakfast table.There was a platter of various omelets surrounded by smaller plates full of fr
Anastasia If you were to have asked me to pinpoint the moment my life fell apart and the world that I knew came crashing down in an explosion of shattered hopes, wishes, and dreams, I would’ve said it started the day my father called me into his office. As the Alpha of our large pack, located alon
Anastasia Three Years Later “Butterfly, you’re up!” Neeve, tonight’s manager, called from within the club. I stood from my dressing table and leaned across the sea of eyeshadow pallets, lip glosses, stage paint, and body sprays, to check my make-up in the mirror. A shimmery azure powder coated m
Anastasia The car’s engine was a low hum, a purr that skated along my skin and left me tingling as I cruised down the highway. Or maybe it was the adrenaline. I hadn’t started my career as a dancer by lifting cars and robbing my customers. It was something I sort of fell into. A hobby, if you wi
Anastasia I froze time for a fraction of a second, long enough for me to skirt around them and get a head start. The warmth of blood trickled from my nostril as time resumed. “What the f—” One of them grunted. I didn’t bother looking back to see who it had been. Something agonizingly cold wrapped
Anastasia Goddess, he was beautiful. “Focus, woman!” Ziva snarled. Right! Not beautiful. He was ugly. Disgustingly hideous with his tousled hair and rippling muscles, tanned to utter perfection. And he was towering over me, pressing me into the dirt with that large body of his nestled between my
On that note, the brute grabbed me by my arm and began to drag me to the door, which is exactly how I ended up back in that dingy interrogation room. I took one look at the metal cuffs bolted to the chair and cringed, “Can we maybe skip the bondage part? It gives me the worst rash.” “That’s becaus
Anastasia If there were three things I was good at it was stealing, stripping, and lying my ass off. Jasmine, my old roommate, liked to say that I was a professional bullshitter. Other than Evangeline, she was the only one who truly knew me. We’d met a year ago on the busy streets of San Francisc
On Sunday I came down to breakfast wearing a silk pajama set. It was a deep red, like the color of spilled wine, and matched my freshly painted toes. I yawned and waved at everyone as I headed over to the breakfast table.There was a platter of various omelets surrounded by smaller plates full of fr
AnastasiaI crawled back into bed feeling both disturbed and oddly satisfied. Obviously watching Knight violate my husband’s pillow was not the satisfying part, but I could handle it because it meant I got my revenge for the hair dye fiasco.At least he waited until after the wedding…Curling up ben
Knight grumbled something under his breath and clung to the pillow a bit tighter. I turned away with a laugh. Evangline really would send Peter here if I didn’t say something. It was tempting, though. Caius would be pissed if he woke up on some deserted island.“Very badass, but I have to decline. I
Evangeline liked to claim she was only attracted to women, but that was a lie. She was just incredibly picky when it came to men. It was on her eighteenth birthday that she told me she’d never even dated one before. Wasn’t surprising though given her mother.Point was, she could deny it all she want
AnastasiaI’m not a paranoid person.Seriously, I’m not.Even after spending years on the run from a rich asshole I had managed to keep my head and remain calm. I quickly learned to listen to my surroundings and watch out for signs. If I panicked or gave into the feeling that someone was watching ov
“How does playing double agent feel?” I asked the two of them after recounting the way we saved the civilians. They must have sensed the secrecy behind it all because they didn’t ask how we had enough time to rescue everyone.Alpha Nox’s shoulders trembled as he exhaled. It wasn’t everyday an Alpha
CaiusDamon and Knight were both already in the room when I entered.Knight was passed out on my favorite leather sofa. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and was covered in vibrant red kiss marks. The beast within me quickly checked them to make sure they weren’t Anastasia’s, which was insane considering I’
Her movements were slow, but faster than they were when she was lost within sleep. Little tremors went down her legs as my breath fanned across her clit.“Caius, is that you?” Sleep clouded her voice, and I quickly found my aching cock liked the sound.I kept my fingers still, not daring to move the
CaiusI was not going to fuck my sleeping wife.Not yet.The first time I decided to take her, and subsequently ruin her for all other men, I needed her to be awake. I would hunt her down, bend her to my will, and fuck the fight right out of her. I would both punish and praise her for being the cent