When Celeste is kidnapped and taken from her family home. She thinks of every plan to save herself, hoping that her father would also come and do the same. Finding out that she’s been taken and sold to cover a debt, knowing no doubt that it was because of her fathers business. Celeste vows to kill all who she sees when she escapes. A sparking twist of fate tells her that this would become more complicated than she ever expected. A seductive story with a mind blowing twist. “Come to me.” He ordered, like I would come running. “And if I don’t?” I responded with the same devilish charm that he was giving me. I didn’t know where I was going with this just yet. I thought it best to beat him at his own game. Maybe if I wasn’t a threat, he would remove the chains. “Hmm, let me think of all the punishments suitable for you.” He added, greeting my tone with more of the same. He was enjoying this. I decided to play it right. Standing to my feet and walking out of the room. He locked the door behind me and chuckled to himself with that charmingly devilish grin. “That’s a good girl.” He muttered as he gripped onto my chains and led me down a hallway to another door. It was pleated with leather and as he opened it, I could tell the room itself was soundproofed. I wondered if this was where he took Lilith. Everything in this room was leather, flourished in the colour red. There was a beautiful crystal and gold chandelier that hung from the ceiling, lighting up the room to reveal all the contraptions that roamed within. The bed was the plainest thing in the room and the thought of the rest of the stuff churned my stomach, leaving me nauseated. A scent lingered in the room; however, it wasn’t the Alpha’s. Someone else had been in here recently and the scent was intoxicating. Oh god! I thought as my wolf howled in my head. I sniffed the air harder, trying to grasp onto it, filling my nostrils with it. “What the fuck are you doing?” The Alpha remarked at my actions. “Mate.”

When Jeremiah Lock Heart was just a young boy, he was faced with losing his mother to an incurable illness. After a small confrontation with his father, the alpha, Jeremiah flee’s the packhouse. Only to be lured away with the beautiful sound of a mystery woman’s humming. “Jeremiah? What’re you doing?” My father\'s voice shot from behind me, startling me out of my skin. “I- I- I was just-“ I stuttered in fear. “Go and play son, don’t look at this mess!” He gave a low growl in warning. I nodded my head vigorously as I shook with fear. “Go Jeremiah!” He growled. I jumped, forcing my legs to move as I raced to the front door away from him as fast as they could take me. I knew from the moment that he used my name that I should not push his buttons. I would only be getting myself in big trouble otherwise. I ran out of the manor and stumbled, falling onto the grass in a heap and scraping my hands. I began to weep and sob, staring at them all red and muddy. They stung a little but that was not the true cause of my pain. I just wanted my mummy. I was only little, but I wasn\'t stupid. She wasn\'t like most of us here. She didn\'t have a wolf. I didn\'t either yet, but she said that I would one day. She said that I would be big and strong and powerful, but I didn\'t want any of that if she wasn\'t there to see me. Dad is always so angry all the time. Ever since mum got sick he has been losing his mind. He is meaner than ever now and he takes it all out on me! "Jeremiah do this. Jeremiah do that!" I whispered, mocking him slightly. It\'s all I ever get these days. He doesn\'t want to play anymore, or take me out. He used to be so fun and now, he just isn\'t the same. I would have ran away if it wasn\'t for my mummy. I knew that it would hurt her feelings and I didn\'t want her thinking that I was running away from her because I wouldn\'t be. I would be running away from him. I sighed, snuffling and sniveling in a mess on the floor when, suddenly, the sound of a woman singing softly carried through the wind from the tree line of the woods.

"You thieving little bitch." She growled as she paced towards me, panting with rage. I began to shake, freezing on the spot with fear, waiting for her to grab me. Thieving? I questioned in my head. What could I have possibly done now? I gulped, tears already beginning to fill my eyes. I braced myself as she came towards me, grabbing a handful of my hair and dragging me back towards the ranch house. I tried to muffle the scream as she dragged me along with her. "Please. Rhonda. I have done nothing wrong. Please." I begged through tears as she continued to drag me towards the porch, throwing me into the front door. "Nothing wrong? Get to your room now!" She barked her orders. I quickly stumbled to my feet, opened the door and ran into the ranch house towards my bedroom. Emelia and Antonio sat on the couch staring at me as I rushed into the house. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the thief," Emelia muttered in disgust. I ignored her taunts, following my orders and running straight into my room. I gasped in horror when I saw that my entire bedroom had been trashed. The mattress had been ripped from the bed and my money was gone. I knew my presence being ignored earlier was too good to be true. Tears streamed down my face as I knew I was facing an impending doom. "How dare you steal from me!" Rhonda shouted. I could hear the thudding of her stumbling steps, making her way closer to my bedroom. I began to panic, my heart pounded so loudly it drowned out the sound of her shuffling feet. My senses were all over the place as I began to have a panic attack. "Please Rhonda, I didn't steal it from you." I pleaded as she paced to my bedroom door. "You lying, ungrateful bitch!" She growled as she lunged towards me, kicking me in the stomach, sending me falling to my knees. It knocked the wind out of me and instantly I began to struggle for air. I pushed through the pain in the complete realization that she could possibly be about to kill me. If this was the end for me, I had a few choice words in mind for her. "Fuck you." Were the only words I could muster as I coughed blood onto the floor in front of me. The sound of her gasp filled the air, pulling me to reality. I couldn't decide at that moment if I had just been incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. Before my brain could muster another thought, agonizing pain ricoched through my head with such force that I hit the ground hard. My head bounced against the hard wooden floor beneath me. My vision began to blur, and the sound of white noise filled my ear drums. After a few seconds I came back round, turning my head slightly to see Rhonda in my line of sight. Blood dripped from the rings on her fingers as she waved her clenched fist in the air. Without a moments noticed, she jumped onto me, raising her fist in the air again, ready to swing for another hit. I closed my eyes, bracing for the next impact that would possibly end my miserable life. My vision blurred in and out of focus and I could swear that a black silhouette appeared behind her. A loud roar shook the room, startling both of us. "GET THE FUCK OFF MY MATE!" A familiar voice growled behind Rhonda. Before she could even turn her head to acknowledge the angry man behind her, he grabbed her. Launching her across the room into the bedroom wall. Her body bounced from it, hitting the floor hard, knocking her unconscious instantly. Isabella Renette is an abused sole, searching for a way out of the grasp of her evil foster mother Rhonda Renette. She fantasies about escaping after her eighteenth birthday with money she has managed to save and hide in her bedroom. Her tale comes with twists and turns as she comes face to face with Damien Lawson, the richest kid that visits her town. Join her on her journey to what she hopes is a better life as she falls hopelessly in love. Searching for clues and answers about her tragic and dark past.

"So, it's just the two of us now?" He spoke seductively as he stepped toward me, closing the gap between us even more. "No." I shook my head, taking a step back. "This can't happen." I pointed my finger to the floor stomping my foot down. "No?" He questioned, walking even closer to me, almost face to face with me now. He reached out his hand to cup my cheek and when his hand made contact with me, sparks erupted from his touch, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. He leaned in closer, bringing his mouth close to my ear. "We are destined for one another, Aurora. You are mine and I am yours. We can make our own future." He hissed softly into my ear, sending shivers down my spine and sparks of desire warmed deep within my groin. He pressed himself against me and took a deep breath against my neck, inhaling my scent. The arousal within me was getting too hard to ignore. "Mmmm." He hummed into my neck after sniffing my neck once more, I felt him stiffen against me. "I cannot mark you like a wolf can, but I can leave a mark of my own here to show that you are all mine." He whispered into my ear once more. A soft moan escaped my lips, my entire body responding to his every word and touch. "Accept the truce, Aurora, and be mine." He begged. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Aurora Moon is a strong warrior Queen. She’s fighting her Great-great grandfathers war, hell bent against vampires until she comes face to face with her fated mate. Turning her world upside down.