“Do you Mark Esposito take Stormy Ramirez to be your lawfully wedded wife?” “I do,” He says smiling, His hair lying neatly on his head and for once clean cut. “Do you promise to protect her, guide her and surrender to her in times of need?” “I do” “Do you Stormy Ramirez take Mark Esposito to be your lawfully wedded husband?” “I… I do” I’m not sure why I hesitated. I want to be with Mark but there’s something causing me to wish this wasn’t happening. “Do you accept him as your Alpha and Guardian and Do you promise to obey his law?” “I… I do” I smile at Mark as we place the rings onto each other’s fingers, everything seems perfect! Yet I feel uneasy, everything is moving in slow motion and for the most part quiet. The only sound penetrating the barrier is a scream that’s getting louder by the minute, I look around to see where it’s coming from but I cannot find it. Everyone seems so happy and is smiling at us, clapping as we rush down the aisle. When the doors open the scream becomes so loud it hurts my eardrums, I look up and I see myself standing there pregnant and covered in blood. Everyone walks past and heads out the door while I’m still standing there covered in blood and screaming to the top of my lungs. I have to find a way to win this war.
A glance led to a kiss, a kiss led to the bed and the bed led to a world of secrets, lies, and betrayal. "Tell me you didn't enjoy it, you didn't enjoy the way I ravaged your body. I can see how you're shifting in your seat, you're missing me being between your voluptuous thighs" he says smirking at me. He's right I can feel my body calling me a liar, making me wish we were in his bed again. I couldn't lie to him, my body was already trembling from him being so close. But I wouldn't dare confirm his thoughts, so I sit staring biting my bottom lip until I could taste a hint of blood on my tongue. The metallic venom spreading across my lips only causing explicit memories of the last time we had a similar encounter. I stare into his cold dark eyes and notice him inching towards me from his side of the table. My breath caught in my throat and my chest feeling hollow. He's now in front of me and his scent is filling my nostrils causing me to swoon and with one swoop of his arms I'm now pressed against his chest, his tongue is tickling my lips tasting the stained blood inducing the sexual tension between us. Before I can protest his tongue is dancing inside of my mouth and time stands still.
“Fuck, I can’t see anything” I mumble to myself. Still tied up and blindfolded I’m trying to move around what I can only assume is the woods because I am being stabbed by thorns and branches as I go forward. I stop trying to hear what’s around me and I hear something more terrifying than falling off a cliff, I hear deep panting as if I’m next to a really big fucking dog. I can hear them walking around me as if they’re sizing me up. I fall to my knees hoping that whatever is about to happen is quick and painless but of course I am not that lucky."
**Prologue** “Dammit, Giovanni!” I hiss to myself. He’s so infuriating… He’s gone and left me again. All I have is this stupid text from him. “Ciao amore, mi dispiace, devo andare fuori citta. Tornero presto.” I quickly text him back “English please!” “Sorry baby, I have to go out of town… there are some pressing matters that need to be handled. I’ll miss you.” “Fine go! See if I care” I wrote back, but the truth is I did care. I cared a lot.
“You don’t mean that you’re drunk” He can be so callous and mean when he drinks, just for him to not remember what was said in the morning. “You think you’re better than me but you’re not. Little Miss. Goody Goody, fucking virgin.” He says sitting on my couch. I should just put him out and make him go home, but unlike him, I refuse to let him make me something I’m not. “Fuck you! You think because you have a lot of money that gives you the right to be a dick to everyone around you, but it doesn’t. Honestly, I like you better when you’re sober and not using your money to buy your fans or friends” I say with tears streaming down my face, I leave him on the couch and go to my room. I pace the floor trying to get it together and stop crying, why do I feel like this. I knew all along I wasn’t meant for him yet here I am wishing it weren’t true. Someone knocks on the door and I pray it’s Julia. There he stands in my doorway eyes dark and heavy, He pulls me into him and he kisses me. I melt into him and lose myself as I’ve done many times before but this time we’re in my bedroom and he’s locking the door behind himself.