The concrete was weeping, a slick, black sweat of condensation that mirrored the damp rot deep in Damien Drew Walker’s lungs. He didn’t try to pull his knees to his chest; the chains bolted to the floorboards made that impossible. Instead, he lay curled on his side, his breath hitching in a rhythmic, jagged shudder. Every inhalation tasted of copper and stagnant urine. He didn't need to hear the heavy thud of boots on the stairs to know who was coming. He could feel the vibration in his marrow, a sour, aggressive musk that heralded the pack’s hierarchy. When the door groaned open, the sliver of light from the hallway was a blade that sliced through his bruised eyelids. He didn't look up. He had learned long ago that seeking eye contact was an invitation for a boot to the ribs. He was the ghost in the machine of the pack, the one lower than the omegas, kept alive only because the pack enjoyed the ritual of his breaking. Please, he prayed to a moon he hadn't seen in months, let there be someone else. Someone who doesn't see me as dirt. Upstairs, the air smelled of expensive sandalwood and the sharp, metallic tang of cold steel. Anita Black smoothed the silk of her dress, her reflection in the gilded hallway mirror sharpening into a mask of calculated perfection. She heard the wet thud of something heavy hitting the floor below—the cellar—and her lip curled. She felt nothing but distain for the boy in the dark. To her, Drew was a stain on the pack's record, an impediment to the image she needed to curate. She straightened her posture, her gaze flicking toward the grand office where Alex Wollet paced. Anita didn't want a mate who offered comfort; she wanted a throne. If she had to discard a thousand Drews to reach the Alpha King’s side, she would do it without blinking. Power was the only true scent worth following. Miles away, Mayllyn Amber Dust sat in the center of a salt circle, her skin mapped with the faint, glowing tracery of protective runes. Her hands were calloused from sword drills and stained with the ink of forbidden grimoires. At school, they called her the "weird freak," shoving her into lockers and whispering about the darkness that seemed to cling to her shadow. They didn't see the wolf beneath the skin or the warlock’s fire in her blood; they only saw the girl who didn't fit. She stared into the flickering flame of a black candle, searching for a face she hadn't met yet. Her heart, burdened by the heavy legacy of her parents' fabled love, ached with a hollow, hungry loneliness. She felt a phantom tug in her chest—a tether pulling her toward something broken, something suffering in the dark. She reached out with her senses, her brow furrowed in concentration. She wasn't looking for a king. She was looking for a soul that needed a savior. Rufus Blade stood before the panoramic window of the royal manor, his fingers drumming a restless, violent tempo against the glass. He was the architect of the pack’s cruelty, a man who viewed the world as a chessboard of leverage and blood. He had already dismissed Mayllyn—her power was dangerous, unrefined, and ultimately useless to his climb. He took a slow, deliberate sip of bourbon, his eyes scanning the horizon. He could feel the shifting tides of the supernatural world. He knew the prophecy of the awakening, the rumors of a bond that could topple even the Alpha King. He didn't care about love. He cared about the kill. And in the dark, damp silence of his cellar, he knew he held the piece that would either complete his conquest—or ignite his ruin. He turned toward the stairs, a predator savoring the hunt. It was time to remind the boy exactly who owned his soul.

Metolia is a lovely lady, she has been through hell, she is adopted into a loving home but that changes. While growing up, she cared for her two brothers since she was six years old. She doesn't give up easily even after being raised in abuse and chased away from home when she was sixteen. She keeps tabs on her baby brothers. She works hard to make sure she can take her brothers and protect them from the abuse. She doesn't believe in love or marriage, but she has a weird sense of humor. Romania Antonio Xavier is the CEO of the Romania group of companies/ cooperation. He is a widower and a father to two seven-year-old adorable twins, Alexandria and Alexander. After a heartbreak three years ago and her children's abuse, he swore never to love again, his children came first, then his companies. Things change when he employs his new PA. What will happen to these two souls when Romania's past comes knocking and threatens their children? Read ahead to find out what these two have to go through to find happiness and finally love.

Unexpected mates is book 2 of The awakening sequel. It's the story of the triplets who are to become Drew's royal Betas after he takes over as the king of all supernatural. Their lives are intertwined for a purpose and this book will expound on how and why some things that happened in book 1 happened. New characters will emerge but our main characters for this book will be the triplets and their mates. They grew up seeing their mother being beaten and assaulted by their father and they were taught that is how you treat your loved ones. Micael Willow as the eldest is cold and domineering. Mirael Willow the middle one is the quiet one but still domineering in his own way. Micah Willow is the last one and is quite ruthless on the outside but a big fluffy bear on the inside. Roman Tray a bear shifter, Zain Truce a werecat and Vicah Taran a fairy are destined for these three brothers. Their journey will be a challenging one from family feuds, to national feuds, but with Drew and Mayllyn this journey will be tolerable.

I am going to lose my virginity tonight, I just don't know why most people take it so seriously. So many steps and rules just to lose it, finding the right guy or girl, invest in emotions and feel things that won't even do you good. Who even said you've got to have emotions to lose it? My best friend recommended this bar so I'm going to listen to her this once because believe me she left a long list of things to do, including shaving and wearing a sexy pair of lingerie. The bar is the only one I choose from that long list and I will definitely jump a stranger, after all I won't remember that person. I must say peer pressure is REAL even to aromantic people like me, I have to lose it and see what the big deal is.

So that run ended after we found a beautiful site in a clearing near the edge of the Dark moon’s territory. Yes we are addicted to beautiful places, they calm us. Zaya lay down on the soft grass and we watched the fish swimming in peace. We smelled a beautiful scent of pine trees and it was so intoxicating like a mate’s scent. Then a blur passed us followed by a series of tumbling and whimpers, “ I think we should check on them Zaya.” “ I think they are just fine, with all that weight I thought it was an earthquake or a tremor.” Zaya says rolling her eyes. The black wolf that just passed us and made a fool out of himself came and stood in front of us looking at us with awe and another emotion I’m too tired to read. We just kept on staring at the lake like they are not even there, we knew this wolf is our mate but we din’t feel like meeting him right now. We just assume him and hope that he will think that he lost it but alas! He lays down next to us, “ what do we do, Zaya because I am not in the mood for this.” “ Well we can always leave and go back to the house, maybe we can even pop some popcorn and have a movie night. What do you think human?” Zaya asks grinning like a mad wolf, Ophellia rolls her eyes at her wolf’s antics, they stood up and started walking towards their apartment which is covered fully by trees. “ Hey wait, how can you just ignore my presence. I’m your king!” I just chuckle because I know Zaya listens to nobody even me sometimes. She flips her tail up and trots like she is a royal stallion, she doesn’t give a shit if this king is their mate or royalty.

After being a slave for so long she can finally run. Aurora unlike other she-wolves she has a male wolf, an ancient at that. She has been forced to hide him until she was free. She is strong and with a don't care attitude especially after she finds out that her mate sleeps with anything with a hole. She won't force him and she won't bother, she has a plan and a path made just for her. Will she ever give her mate another chance or move on?