Alessandro Moretti Lucchese. A taciturn man. Difficult to grasp. With frozen grey eyes that melt Alina's soul; he is her weakness. When Alina was adopted by his parents, he showed nothing but indifference toward her. He refused to be her brother, but she was okay to be his sister, and when things got into a serious turn, he found his seduction. And when the tests of life devastated them, would they be able to forgive? Would they be able to forget? . . "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep. I was just bathing." My heart raced in rhythmical thrash at the intensity of his stare. His jaw clenched, making me swallow quietly. He looked angry. His frozen grey eyes scrutinized me. I would have mistaken the conspicuous emotion for lust but- I sucked in a breath through my mouth when the realization hit me like a dumper truck- I was freaking naked in front of him! I felt all the blood in my body rush north centering on my cheeks, making my skin florid. Flustered, I quickly covered my nakedness with my hands, hoping I had concealed what had to be concealed. One went to cover my lower region and one clasped around my globes. I groaned in frustration. So much for covering with my hands, my breasts still spilled out. God, just kill me. Feeling mortified, I didn't know where to cast my eyes as embarrassment overwhelmed me, thus, shutting my eyes close was a good flight while I felt the water on my body commence to a feverish cold. "Alessandro..." Came out my breathless voice. Mature content. Read at your own risks. NOT for close-minded people.

Caelan has everything. He enjoys the company of women, but love is never his thing when it comes to a relationship. Scarlette is a firm believer in love. Love makes everything whole. Love always wins. "Bear me your heart and I'll bear you mine." A pained moan escaped my lips when I felt my arms ache from seemingly deprived of sensations, and I fathomed out I had been bounded arms and legs, moreover, my legs were spread wide open with each foot being strapped, my heart drummed in fear. As I pulled against the soft knots, the stinging around my wrists intensified; although it was softly laced, the fear made everything in me sensitive to all sensations running wild within me, shaking me to the core. Apart from that, I am rendered sightless because a silk blindfold blocked my eyes. "Stop tugging your arms. It's ineffectual." My mouth hung open in a silent gasp when I recognized the owner of the voice. My heart was propelled forcibly like I was kicked by a big truck. "Caelan..." I whispered. "In the flesh, though not before your eyes," I could hear the smirk in his voice. The fear of being abducted by some unknown lunatic was gone, but was replaced with apprehension knowing that I was helpless on the bed and he was the prime suspect! "Why are you doing this Caelan, are you out of your sanity?" I growled. "Untie me! Let. Me. Go!" My voice rose in octave, accentuating my order as I tugged desperately at the restraints. I felt the space beside me plunge, making my heart pound. A gasp left me when I felt his mouth on my earlobe, causing me to hold my breath for seconds. "Caelan... This is... abduction," I said softly, trying to calm my racing heartbeat when his hot breath brushed my skin, making all the hairs on my skin stand up in attention. He chuckled wickedly. "Sshh...this isn't abduction, honey. This is taking what's mine." He said then took my earlobe between his teeth, making me gasp for air. (MATURE READERS ONLY)

Vilkas has been impatiently waiting for his mate but the Goddess seems to punish him, that he thought. He is now in his prime age to, supposedly meet his mate, but she is nowhere. At 18, werewolves are destined to meet their precious mates and cherish the time given by the Goddess. At 25, he is Mateless and his wolf has been in constant self-torment, hurt, and dejected for her absence. He felt him. Why the fück not? They are connected. Until Vilkas has given up. Until a young girl lands on his territory, so innocent yet fierce; she never backs down nor feels intimidated by the Alpha himself. She challenges him. She has no filter for such a young age. She can be innocent, sweet, flirty and she can be his bitter-sweet. Vilkas finds the young girl entrancing. She can be his entertainment! He can be her playmate! But they can be MATES. The story contains violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes so if you are sensitive to those, this might not be for you.

Will a cold-hearted man learn to love? Can a sweet gentle woman break the cold exterior Asher built around him? "You want me," he huskily whispered to my ear, so close I could almost feel his lips sending a delicious shiver running down my spine. He clutched my hip with his right hand while his left hand held the bottle he took from the bartender. He swayed and pressed his body dangerously close to me, and oh my...I was no innocent to male erections but to personally and consciously feeling it now? Oh, it felt strangely good. What! I stood stiffly still, unable to move. I was still processing what was happening when I felt his hand moving slowly from my hip around and squeeze my butt. That was what awakened me from my state. I pushed him hard that he staggered back and hit his hip on the edge of the table behind him, but was quick enough to lean, avoiding a miserable fall. "Stop! You...you just touched me. Pervert!" I spoke haltingly, my heart was pounding erratically. I made a quick turn to find Jessa but before I could, I was pushed hard onto the wall. If I hadn't rested my hands on the wall, my face would have kissed it painfully. He clasped my hair gently and turned me, so he could incline my face and whisper. "Pervert? Do you know what would a pervert man do to a woman who plays innocent yet sexually promiscuous?" A groan escaped me when he licked that sweet spot behind my ear. The tingling sensations rushed down straight to my lower abdomen, and sadly it hit right to my core. "Hmm...I bet you are wet now, huh? Doll? or do you want me to find out?"