He is my father. He is the cruelest werewolf there is. The ultimate, unchallenged ruler, the Original Werewolf, Jaroslav Tacin. He is also my mate. And in the world I belong to, it is forbidden to have mates. If anyone finds out, I will be killed. And my father who is disgusted by what destiny made us be, won't save me. ------------------------------------------------------- "Is this wh*re on the floor the best you can do?" His voice was inhumanely terrifying. "What?" I blurted out as if I was awakened from a deep sleep and only becoming aware of my surroundings. "You are never going to make it." I looked in his direction, trying to focus on the shape of his figure in this all consuming darkness. "There are werewolves coming. One look at you and they will know." "What people? Know what?" I questioned, surprising myself with my own strength to talk back to him. "You must learn to control it. Your body is too loud." "I don't understand. What are you talking about?" "The smell of your arousal, even the weakest werewolf could pick up on it. It's pathetic." This was all so very confusing to me. "Learn to control yourself. Give them nothing. Or they will kill you. And I won't intervene. Do you understand?"

"How naive they were to send you to me." He spoke slowly, aware of each breath she took. She looked inside of her mate's soulless eyes and realized he won't simply reject her. He will kill her. WARNING I do not hold rights to any photo used. If requested, they will be removed.

The sirens. Immortal, evil beings, with whose beauty no creature, not even witches, can be compared with. Their unworldly beauty and ugly hearts are deadly combination for anyone who steps in their territory. They lure sailors with their irresistible voices and drown them. The God of War and The God of Destruction- The Ares. Older than the beginning of the World. With a face deformed by the scars that cut deeper than His soul. The sight of Him is not beautiful but terrifying. His body is soaked with the blood of thousands. No women- be it Goddesses or mortal, has ever captured His heart. The heart that beats only for the flesh He is about to tear apart. Until He sees her. The unworldly beautiful and equally evil Siren, Jezebel. He will demand her heart and she will demand His life.