BLURB: "Breeder? It means I bought you for a fee. I own you. You'll warm my bed and bear me a child. You'll obey my every command and I'll do with you as I please." *** Irish, betrayed by her father and sold to the cruel Alpha Adrian as a Breeder, must provide an heir for the Alpha and his wife, Ashley. Her fate worsens when he turns out to be her fated mate. Locked up and abused by their hands, she must keep herself safe and her unborn baby when Ashley gets clouded by jealousy and seeks to ruin her. But things get even more complicated when Irish doesn't have the Alpha by her side. He would rather eat out of his wife's palm due to a secret she holds against him and as a result, he swears to do away with her once she has the baby. Dejected and hurt, Irish runs away for her dear life but the chase begins. Alpha Adrian is hot on her tail. He won't let her go, he won't let her breathe. He's desperate to have her back or does he just want his baby and then her head on a golden platter for his wife? When fate finally makes their paths cross, will he kill her or dote on her?
View MoreOn getting to his penthouse, Irish smirked as he packed into an underground parking garage.The automatic doors of the cars opened and she let herself out and Paschal did the same.He gave out his right hand and Irish did well to take it as it helped her maintain her balance on her pointed heels.Silence ensued between them till they reached the elevator.But once they got to the elevator, the air suddenly became heated.Irish could hear Paschal breathing a little fast, his eyes weeping her whole.He pulled her closer, her body ramming hard against his chest.Using his index finger, he placed it on her chin, causing her to tilt it up. Her eyes landed on the sea of his ocean-blue eyes.He was...beautiful.Unconsciously, her lips fell open. She was enthralled. Her wolf didn't seem to be attracted to him, but damn Elsa, his gaze made her jot with need.She could feel a wave of arousal course through her, disappearing in between the entrance of her thighs.And wait what? He hadn't even to
"How did you do it?" He asked. Irish was now following Mr. Stranger out of the room.He wondered how she managed to fight off Avan, even as a human girl.Irish squinted, her body moving in steady movements as she walked gently, portraying a soft feminine aura. She wanted to give the impression that she could not harm. After all, men liked soft females.She was in no way going to communicate her true intention or any of her abilities until it was the right time."Me? I did nothing?" She squinted again, trying not to raise her voice so high against the banging music.Irish had lived long enough with the humans to know how they functioned. One's voice had to be low and seductive, especially when communicating with the make clients.Paschal stared at the tender-looking woman beside him. She had multiple scents on her body and as they wafted through his nose, he found it hard to decipher her real scent.Was she human?He didn't know. He trailed her earlier, coming behind her by a distance.
"Told you never to mess with me," Avan pushed her into her room.Closing the door behind him with his free hand, he used the other free hand to push her against the wall. So that her face was against the wall.Avan closed in on her, Irish could feel his erection press against her butt.Irish knew she had to do something to stop Avan from continuing with his act. But at the same time what she was about to do shouldn't cost her job. Fire and Ice was a dirty place and if she wasn't careful, Avan would be more than pleased to bend her over the dressing table beside them.His breath touched on her nape and the hairs at the back of her head stood on end."He's such a pervert!" Elsa cried in retaliation."Release the bag now...or there would be consequences.""Please let me go. I didn't steal the money. It's for a client." She dropped the bag on the floor at once but Avan didn't release her.He stared at the bag a little longer than he should have, the money getting him distracted. Using thi
Signaling Irish with his finger, he silently beckoned on her to come to him.Irish almost shivered, holding her breath. The man was frreaking hot. The kind that left you fanning your blushing face and gasping for breath.As she lowered herself to his lap, her eyes traveled to his lips. They were the reddest shade she had ever seen.She raised her hands to his neck, her arms circling it, his skin warm against hers.Unknowingly, she squirmed ever so naturally against him. Suddenly she took notice of the thickness of his thighs against her tender ones."He's not even our fucking mate, get back in here, Irish. Damn!" Elsa groaned in her head and Irish who seemed to have been lost got out of her reverie.This wasn't the first time she was handling a handsome man and it definitely wouldn't be the last but that didn't mean she was going to be so lost in thoughts about his beauty that she'd forget her fucking dangerous role - her crimes.Her crimes helped her make a living, well, as long as l
Night came and Irish was already at the club on time.Climbing out of a cab, she walked gingerly in the direction of the place with high lights and music - Fire and Ice.Walking into the place, neon lights and music filled the place, giving it the cozy feel of nightlife.There was a bar for those who wanted to drink, and then, plush leather cushions were arranged for some men who wanted to watch hot bodies of girls twirling around the pole, dancing to the tune of music.Irish was amongst the dancers, only she was amongst the hottest.And the hottest was usually reserved for the last.Walking over the counter, Irish peered at Peter the barman. He was doing what he knew best - mixing drinks."Hello handsome, can I have some?" She asked and that was when Peter lifted his face to stare back at her.His lips instantly curled into a smile, a smothering look of admiration clouding his gaze."Look who we have here," He swept a playful seductive gaze over her."Give me a shot." Irish shot him
SIX YEARS LATER "Bbrrrrrrrrnnggggg!!!" The sound of the alarm clock woke Irish and she scrambled to her feet, yawning, stretching, and wiping her eyes with the back of her palm. She needed to prepare her six-year-old son, Jayden for school or he'd be late. Entering her restroom, she brushed her teeth, washed her face, and tied up her hair in a messy bun. She would take her bath once Jayden entered the school bus since she didn't have enough strength to take him to school in her own car. Last night was stressful, and she knew it was written all over her face. Last night, she hadn't successfully told Jayden his usual bedtime stories when he fell asleep. Sauntering over to the door, Irish squeezed the handle, yanking it open, but she found Jayden, hands suspended mid-air as he was about to knock on her door. Seeing Jayden's face brought back memories she was so desperately trying to forget, resurfacing to the top, her feeling of nostalgia, shimmering right below the surface of her
As Jasper walked away with his little troupe, Adrian swiftly turned on his feet, fixing a curious gaze on Alan.Giving him a long look, Adrian asked, "What he said, was that the truth?"Alan kept silent, making the tension in their hearts heighten."For the last time, Alan, did you do anything behind my back?" Alan had a withdrawn look on his face as he folded his arms, looking like he didn't care about Adrian's inner turmoil at all.His eyes sparked disinterest as he curled his lips into a quick sneer, "Fine. I guess it's confession time, then."Adrian folded his fist and gave Alan a stern look, "Start talking already," He said, sounding impatient.Alan's body shook as he burst into a peal of laughter, bending slightly with his palms almost touching his stomach."Come on, don't make me sound like the wicked soul I'm not." He scoffed. "We're not with father right now." He said, further aggravating Adrian.While they were much younger, Alan would always complain to their father that A
The Nightshade pack belonged to the Lycan King, Jasper, and the land in which they stood, was part of the Nightshade pack, however, because it was a land in dispute, all the Alpha in various parts of the world had agreed that no one would trespass into it.At least, until the dispute was resolved.This place was called the Golgotha of Nightshades pack for a reason. The Alpha King's little pup was killed in this very place by humans during the annual meeting of Alphas.That incident in itself had sparked crises, but the more chaotic ending came when the search for the culprit wolf, who had betrayed his clan and collaborated with the human-wolf hunter, began.This led to the propagation of a new law. A new dawn, being that whichever Alpha trespassed, had a high chance, of not only losing his office but could be seen as a traitor, indictable for felony, ready to be haunted down by the Lycan King himself.Automatically, appearing here meant that Adrian had become Lycan King's sworn enemy
Scrambling to his feet, Adrian tore through the spaces from his office to the elevator in a state of frenzy.His phone almost slid off his pants, but he reflexly caught it mid-air.Still cursing under his breath, he ran to the ICT department.Finding Michael was an easy task. He was always seated at the back of a table of computers. Engrossed in his work.This was a highly-paid job, yet requiring skills.Adrian watched him switch from one computer to the other as he got his tasks done. Sensing the looming presence of someone, Michael turned around to see it was Alpha Adrian. Shocked he stared blankly at him.Adrian was the proper definition of boss, confidence, and responsibility.He'd never come down to pass a message. He had lots of people and a fucking cell phone.Meaning he'd only come here because the mission was important. One he couldn't say over the phone."Good day," Michael greeted. "Track an IP address and tell me who the hell's keeping me on edge!" Quickly cutting him of
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