layla majnun

“You must think so highly of yourself, Alpha Raelin.” “I am the Alpha of this pack, and my words are final here.” “You may be the alpha of this pack, but you're not my alpha, remember?” I snap back. He smirks. “You seem to be quickly forgetting who's in charge here. You're in this pack, and that subjects you to my orders.” The index finger of his free hand juts up the underside of my jaw at once, bringing my face so dangerously close to his. “I love your spitfire, rogue darling, but don't fucking cross my line.” “You crossed my line first.” I challenge, glaring down at his forearm still pinning me against the wall. “Oh really?” His taunting voice has me snapping my angry glare back up at his face as he continues. “You also seem to be forgetting that you trespassed into my pack first. You’re alive today because I chose to keep you alive, Layla, and you’re my mate because Selene wished it to be so.” The instant those words leave him, I notice his eyes dip down to my mouth, their blazing teal turning darker and instantly sending a tantalizing surge through me. I almost choke as I gulp in a silent breath, feeling the pleasurable shiver of his burning gaze everywhere inside me: on my lips, down my spine, the pit of my stomach, in-between my legs….. “Selene may not have given me the mate I wanted in the exact form I was expecting, but she gave me what I prayed for nonetheless.” His voice sucks me out from my emotional dilemma. “You are mine, rogue darling. Mine and only mine. Your heart and body and soul belong to me. And you know it too.”

Logan DeAngelo, one of the top ruthless and feared Italian Mafia boss in the country is reeling from a painful loss in his business inflicted by a peasant family whom he swears to make pay in blood. Everything is about to be upturned when he gets a beauty as collateral. Nothing seemed to matter more until the night he was given Layla Quins, thrown into his arms Layla is suffering from a painful heartbreak from her first ever love and pain from not being able to get into college like her few friends, but life is about to get ten times worse when her parents sold her to a mafia lord without looking at her. Layla thought living with a psycho had to be the worst thing. But the longer she stayed, the more sh found reasons to stop trying to escape and getting punished. But she was gambling with her life and sanity, but she knew it was too late. Because she was getting drawn into this man's darkness and it was bound to consume her.