"You’re in heat, omega. Your first one, by the scent of it. Let me help you with it. Let me show you what it means to be claimed by an Alpha."I hated that word. I hated the way it sounded on his tongue, like a promise and a threat all at once. "No," my voice, strands of hair sticking to my burning face."You're shaking. You can barely breathe. I can smell how much you want me down there, how much your pussy needs my cock. How long do you think you can resist me, little omega? Because I sure as hell won't be giving you any suppressants?" I swallowed, my body burning as his words heated a part of me. I hadn't realized it, but he was closer now, much closer, and I could smell him, and it only made it worse. He leaned in now, our faces inches apart, his breath caressing my cheeks. "Let me be your alpha," he said with a purr, and then his gaze lowered again. To where my thighs pressed tight together. My body betrayed me, a telltale flush creeping up my neck, my thighs pressing together as if trying to hide the evidence of my desire.^^^When Hazel agrees to steal from the Alpha of Darkmoor to save her brother’s life, she knows it could end badly. But she never expected to go into heat in a hall full of the most dangerous Alphas in the outpost—let alone be claimed by the deadliest of them all. Alpha Killian.After seeing her through her heat, Killian thought he only wanted her temporarily—to silence the beast raging inside him. After all, it’s not every day someone tries to steal from him… let alone a pretty little omega who just happens to go into heat in the heart of his territory, surrounded by alphas who would've torn her apart if he hadn't claimed her first.But now that he's had a taste, he has no intention of letting her go anytime soon. Or ever.Content Warning: This story contains mature content, including explicit sexual scenes, dark themes, and elements of a dark Omegaverse romance. Reader discretion is advised.

"You're going to meet her someday." I whispered."Olivia."I forced a smile and lifted my head. "And it's fine. I'll be rooting for you all the way."He cut me off with a soft "Liv."I blinked away my tears. "No, listen to me. We need to accept that this won't last forever. You could find her on your next trip out of town, and I'll be forgotten." I swallowed the lump formed in my throat. "I just hope we'll still be friends."His face twisted in pain as he rested his forehead against mine, his hands trembling as he cups my cheeks. "You'll always be my best friend.""And you'll always be mine." I pressed my lips against his, needing to taste him, to feel his lips on mine, to know that at this moment, he was mine. ^^^ Olivia Martins has always been an outcast in the Nightshade pack. She's an omega and the pack she grew up in never failed to remind her that she'll never be one of them. It wasn't so bad growing up, she had her best friend by her side. Caspian Storm, son of the alpha of the Nightshade pack, befriended her when they were both little, and they've been inseparable ever since. Their friendship started out sweet and innocent, but it developed into more. Olivia knew that it couldn't last forever because Caspian would find his mate and what they had would come to an end. Yet, she couldn't guard her heart and when her worst fear comes true, she flees. Will Olivia and Caspian find their way back to each other or will the threat of Caspian finding his mate keep them apart? #An angsty werewolf romance

I knelt before him, fear etched on my face as tears streamed down my cheeks. His dark, sinister eyes gleamed with pleasure, feeding off my misery. He grasped my hair in a rough fist, wiping away my tears with his other hand before licking them off his fingers.His grin widened, twisting his face into a cruel smile. "You taste so good, little witch," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Come."With a cruel tug on my hair, he dragged me upward, forcing me to cling to him for balance. His lips crashed onto mine, demanding entrance. I pressed my mouth shut in defiance, but he yanked my hair back, sending a jolt of pain through me.As I gasped, his tongue slipped past my lips, claiming my mouth in a brutal kiss. The sounds of our ragged breathing and the wet slide of our tongues filled the air. His kiss was a savage, leaving me breathless and trembling.When he finally pulled back, I swayed, my eyes barely open. His gaze burned into mine, his chest heaving. "Mine," he growled, his voice low and menacing. I tried to shake my head, desperate to escape his brutal grip, but his fingers only tightened, digging deeper into my skin. "Mine," he repeated, the word dripping with dark possession * * *Josette Wynters has spent her life moving from town to town because of her parents demanding job. She had grown tired of the constant moving and looked forward to building her life at Cedarville, a small town located at the outskirts of Oregon. For the first time in her life, Josette felt like she was finally happy. She had made friends at Cedarville High, she longer felt like an outcast and her parents had decided to settle there for now. Everything was going well. That was until she caught the eye of Evander Lloyd. The notorious bad boy of Cedarville high. His dark eyes seemed to be always on her, peering into her soul, leaving her rattled. She had tried to avoid him, yet it seemed fate had other plans and she soon became his obsession.