After a devastating betrayal by someone who meant the world to her, Aria Moretti, heiress to the Moretti felt like her whole world was ending. Against her family's wishes, she had married Henri Delarney, and like the world predicted he betrayed her after she ceased to be useful to him. Filled by feelings of such anger and hatred, Aria wanted to seek revenge for his betrayal. To make him pay for what he did to her, for spitting on her sincerity and making her society's laughing stock. But she was all alone. Nobody she could turn to. Too ashamed and embarrassed she knew she couldn't turn to her powerful family, and besides this was her revenge. She wanted to make him pay with her own ability. Just when she thought there was no way out, he approached her. A man whose hatred for her husband probably equaled hers now, who was filled with the same burning desire for revenge. And he would help her with her sweet revenge. But, did she dare make a deal with the devil just to exact revenge on the man who once meant the world to her?

“You seem so different than I remember you two years ago,” Donovan held a firm grip on the slim dainty wrist of Georgia, his stern eyes narrowed in suspicion.Georgia broke out in cold sweat, but the sly smirk on her blood red lips didn’t falter. She took a purposeful step closer to Donovan, his spicy enticing cologne stirred her insides and had desire pooling in her lower abdomen. God she desired this man.Donovan narrowed his eyes further, taking note of her proximity, the smoothy silkiness of her skin and the rich seductive scent that he hadn’t remembered her ever having. The Alexia Valentino he knew didn’t know the first thing about enticing a man, her body didn’t have the delectable curves that tightened his pants with desire. She wasn’t half as smart or nearly as interesting. He wondered how much one person could change in one short year.“Maybe you never knew me, Mr Giambelli, you never did pay me much attention,” Her voice was low and magnetizing, and she relished in the way Donovan’s gaze slid down her body, his eye’s darkened with desire, he wanted her. And he made no efforts to hide it.“You didn’t intrigue me at all then. I had no interest in getting to know the spoiled, bratty daughter of the Valentino’s, who hadn’t worked half a day for anything in her life..” His gaze hardened, and the grip he had on her arms tightened, his mouth was quirked in a mocking smile as he gaze her a once over. She was different now. He didn’t know why, or what could’ve happened for her in a year to change a person so fundamentally, it was almost like she was a different person. “And now Mr Giambelli? Am I still a bore?” His deep gravely voice as he described everything her sister was, only slightly miffed her. She wasn’t her sister, and though the plan was to have him think her as such, she couldn’t bare to be at the end of the man’s contempt.“Not nearly as much..” He growled, pulling her almost painfully until her lithe body fit snug on his hard muscled chest. His hand pinched her chin up so he could see deep into her eyes. Eyes bluer and more exotic than he’d remembered.“You certainly give much to be desired.” And he crashed his lips with hers with a fierce hungry need that threatened to consume her whole.

“You reek of fear,” Darius growled, his voice dark and low as his golden eyes pierced through her. Josephine forced her trembling legs to stand tall, though her heart thundered so loudly she thought it might shatter. “You don’t scare me,” she lied, her voice barely above a whisper. His lips twisted into a cruel smile, sharp enough to draw blood. He moved closer, and the heat of him, the sheer presence of him, made her step back until her spine hit the stone wall behind her. “Liar,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous caress. He leaned in, so close his breath fanned her cheek, and the musky, wild scent of him made her head spin. “I could break you in two, little bride. And yet…” His fingers grazed her jaw, tilting her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze. The fire in his eyes burned hotter, hungrier. “And yet, I think I’ll keep you.”

She was the rogue king's daughter. Born of the beloved luna of onyxblood pack and the mad rogue king who cruelly kidnapped the luna and brutally abused her. It was no shock that she was hated and discriminated by the onyxblood pack and by its Alpha, who loved and cherished their luna to the core. She hadn't chosen to be conceived in such a terrible manner. She was as helpless as her mother had been, but they needed someone to blame. And who but her, who was the very evidence of the cruelty imposed on their beloved. She knew nothing but hatred and abuse, though she had royal blood flowing in her veins, she was treated even less than the filthiest, lowest possible rank in the pack, for something that was no fault of hers. And she was tired. She planned it all out, her escape from the pack, to some far away human civilization, where she could get a fresh start. Away from anything that reminded her of her childhood..only for her dreams to crumble beneath her feet when she turned 18 and found out to be mated to the most impossible wolf..rather wolves out there.

Second book: Mated to her Dragon Prince is out!!! Check it out the continuation of Callum’s and Dove’s exciting tale in my profile This can't be happening—there has to be another explanation. I can't bring myself to look at him again, but his scent... that spicy, sandalwood scent is messing with my head, bringing up memories I'm desperate to bury. "Dove," his voice comes out in a raspy whisper, heavy with some emotion I can't quite figure out. "You're my brother, for Luna's sake!" I practically shout, throwing my hand up to shield my nose, as if it could actually block out the overwhelming way his pheromone is affecting me. "Sisters don't look at their brothers the way you're looking at me, and besides, we're not blood," he retorts, suddenly all stubborn determination in a way I've never seen before. "You're mine, Dove. I've waited for you forever, and as much as it's torture not to pull you close, breathe your delicious scent in, taste those pretty lips of yours... but I'll hold back. I'll hold back as long as it takes. Because you're mine, you've always been mine," he says softly, his gaze searching me as if he's trying to convey something. With one long inhale, he turns on his heel and walks away like it's no big deal, leaving me stunned and flustered by his words. And I'll be damned if I'm going to admit how hot my cheeks are right now. "This is so messed up..." I murmur under my breath.