In a sudden turn of events, Ariel begins to share a room next to her best friend’s older brother, Ramirez Gonzalez—the one who looks like a Greek god. He is an old crush, one she forgot. Yet, now that he's returned, he is causing her to wonder what his wicked mouth tastes like. And what his calloused fingers could do if it were to go under her skirts? "Ramirez," she breathes, the name falling from her lips like a whispered confession. He lifts a brow and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You seem flustered, Ariel. One might think you've never been with a man before." Ariel’s cheeks burn. “If Noah finds out we are doing this…” Ariel says, referring to her best friend. “I don’t care about what Noah thinks…” he seethes. “Answer my question.” “I could ask you the same. You own bars and casinos…women are always around you. I am sure you have been with more women than the fingers of my hands.” She quivers. “Does it matter? Can I not touch you because of my past—” Ramirez unnerves and she takes a step back. Ariel knows backing away cannot get him away. Just like he did while she was bathing, he is going to bend her against the wall once again. And just like she screamed in ecstasy, she may let it all out once again.

“Your majesty.” “Don’t majesty me.” Alpha King Dimitrio says, each word is laden with the weight of his fury, resonating with a deep, rumbling timbre that seems to shake the very foundations of the room. “I said sit and feel my need for you.” He says, once again—and now, I cannot pretend like I didn’t hear the first time. “I’m…I’m your healer.” I say, reminding him of my status. “And I’m your king, your alpha…” his voice crescendos, there's a calculated precision to his speech—a deliberate cadence that adds to the chilling effect of his anger or is it…desire? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know that I want to. I want to sit on him. I want to feel his need for myself. But I can’t…I won’t give myself to a King who didn’t even spare his siblings. He is a beast I cannot kill him. He is everywhere so I cannot leave him. My heart knows him yet I cannot love him. Dimitrio slaps the tray off my hands and it hits the wall. Before I can process that, he rises from his seat and turns me so that he is standing behind me. As he presses against me, I can feel the urgency in his touch, the fervor and depth of his desire seeping into my very bones. “I am a gentleman but I won’t let you test me to the limits, Melissa. I have told you; you are the object of my every desire.” Dimitrio says, and I moan, feeling his hands lift my garment and the fastening of his belt.

“Is it true?” “Tell me the truth now!” Lucas Rudding bellows, fully provoked. His damned nails digs into his fiancée’s shoulder—he had hoped to marry her. She was supposed to be a church girl, saving herself for marriage…he refuses to utter the accusation in his chest. Elena Carter doesn’t say a word. It could be the sharp pain of his fingers or it could her own admission. “Is it the money? Is the fame? I could have given it to you. What sort of a conniving whore are you?” Lucas elucidates. Sweat tips from his forehead, this woman was supposed to be innocent, a virgin and unblemished to him. “Did you sleep with my father?” Lucas emits the question that weighs heavy on this tongue. This is a mess. Elena had one plan and it wasn’t to fall in love with her fiancée’s father, Michael Rudding.

After the sudden death of her father, Lilas is forced to move in with her sick mother's new family. Years ago, her mother left to start her own family and although, she doesn't want to be a part of it.It is her responsibility. Upon arrival, Lilas quickly realizes the kind of family her mother is married into. It is known as the Salvatore family-headed by King Salvatore, her step father who is a shadowy and enigmatic Mafia lord whose eyes can see past her soul, and whose presence starts a tingle in between her legs. How long will it take before King Salvatore creeps into her bed to fulfill desires that neither of them can explain? Or will Lilas flee from the forbidden love?

Delilah has had her own share from an abusive relationship with the Beta of the Moonsdale pack. Due to the nature of her birth, the pack members have ostracized her and spread rumors all her life about her being cursed because she was born in the hour of an Lunar eclipse. However, when Brad dies due to an attack from an enemy pack. Delilah is once again blamed because it was heard that Brad claimed her a few days before his death. She is blamed for being a cursed rogue that was born under a lunar eclipse. The pack members, along with Brad’s parents, petition the Alpha to banish her. When the Alpha of the Moonsdale pack requests for an audience with her, he didn’t think that he would be meeting a woman that would cause his senses to malfunction. He is Thorn Moonsdale—a pure Chimera and the last surviving of his kind who is part werewolf and part jaguar.