“I want this off,” he huffed against the column of my throat, his voice rough and needy. “You Werewolves wear too many clothes.” “Then tear it off,” I commanded thickly. Neil pulled back a little, his eyes blazing with hunger but also flickering with an uncharacteristic uncertainty. “Tear it?”
Raven The morning sunlight streamed through the heavy curtains, warming my skin as I stretched lazily, a small smile curling at my lips. For the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up without the weight of the world pressing down on my chest. Last night had been… spectacular, to say the
A note. My fingers shook as I picked it up, instantly recognizing Neil’s handwriting—he always wrote in all capital letters, like he was shouting. I swallowed hard and began to read. “Raven, There was an attack on the village last night—they breached the castle walls. During the attack, Serena
RavenThe day I realized that my assistant Dani was copying my entire life on social media, I couldn’t have been more disgusted.My name is Raven. I am a werewolf model, and a perfume brand entrepreneur. Dani was not just my assistant, but also my best friend—which was a rare thing in the world of f
RavenThe sun was blinding as I cracked my eyes open, but was quickly blotted out by a tall form stepping into view. I squinted, shielding my eyes with my arm as I looked up at him.“Oh, thank goodness,” I began. “I-I think my helicopter crashed—”“I can see that.”The tall form’s voice was gruff, d
Neil & RavenNeilMy senses had to have been deceiving me.This woman was my mate? This… frail, skinny little thing was the one who was tied to my soul?I almost laughed out loud at the notion.“It’s true,” I felt my wolf’s familiar voice echo inside of my skull. “She is our mate. Can’t you feel it?
RavenI squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the prince to reject me, but…Nothing happened.I’d never experienced it myself, of course, but being rejected by one’s fated mate was said to be an extremely painful process—the type of pain that would last for days and days on end, maybe even weeks or m
RavenI only realized what I had done once that voice growled in my ear.“Have you gone mad?”Blinking, I returned to full consciousness and looked around dazedly. The memories of the day instantly came rushing back, and I realized where I was—not in the helicopter, but a bedroom in the Lycan castle
A note. My fingers shook as I picked it up, instantly recognizing Neil’s handwriting—he always wrote in all capital letters, like he was shouting. I swallowed hard and began to read. “Raven, There was an attack on the village last night—they breached the castle walls. During the attack, Serena
Raven The morning sunlight streamed through the heavy curtains, warming my skin as I stretched lazily, a small smile curling at my lips. For the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up without the weight of the world pressing down on my chest. Last night had been… spectacular, to say the
“I want this off,” he huffed against the column of my throat, his voice rough and needy. “You Werewolves wear too many clothes.” “Then tear it off,” I commanded thickly. Neil pulled back a little, his eyes blazing with hunger but also flickering with an uncharacteristic uncertainty. “Tear it?”
Raven Neil practically kicked down the door, his lips still locked onto mine, his arms wrapped firmly around me. The darkened hotel room fell into pitch darkness when he shut the door behind us, but he didn’t bother with the lights. He didn’t need to; the sparks flying between us were enough to li
Dani flushed, and Nathan had the decency to look ashamed. “We’re fated mates,” he said quietly. “We didn’t plan for it to happen, Raven. You have to believe me.” “I don’t have to believe anything,” I said sharply, clutching my fresh champagne glass tightly. For a moment, I was tempted to throw it
Raven It felt surreal, stepping back into this world of polished smiles and manufactured charm. The moment I stepped into the grand hotel, I could practically smell the competition mingling with the expensive perfume in the air. Everyone seemed to be trying to outdo one another, each gown and ma
“Raven!” my old public relations manager, Valerie, exclaimed, her face lighting up. She was dressed to the nines in a sleek black dress and heels, her hair perfectly styled. “Goddess above, where have you been? You’ve had me worried sick!” “I…” I faltered, unsure of how to respond. “It’s been… com
Raven The process of handling my father’s affairs felt so… clinical. After hours of signing papers and talking to coroners and a whole blur of other preparations, I finally stepped out of the hospital, feeling sick to my stomach. But I also felt strangely numb. Numb because I had the chance to
My breath caught, and I stared at him, waiting for him to laugh or tell me he was joking. But he didn’t. “A Lycan?” I repeated. “You’re… serious?” He nodded weakly. “She was from the Lycan kingdom. A defector. She left her people… left her family… because of me.” I couldn’t breathe. The walls see