Poetic_reviver

Once Giselle Thompson waltzes into the city of New York in search of a new life, unexpectedly she is thrust into another world. A world of chaos that makes her gain more than she bargained for once she catches the eye of Zeus Walsh, the Alpha of the largest pack in North America and leader of the mafia. 

Throwing all caution aside, she feels an instant pull towards the werewolf, who proves to be more than meets the eye. With an intense attraction too powerful to ignore it’s in their aim for love when family secrets and lies are exposed. It’s quite a risk for a human and werewolf to come together as one but will their mate bond be strong enough to survive the dangers coming their way?

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The second I opened the bathroom door and met golden orbs shining in the dark hall I genuinely felt trapped. Suddenly the space felt a lot smaller with him mere inches away. I found my body operating on its own accord the second he pushed himself off the wall and moved towards me till my back touched the wall. Staring up at him, I was meek unable to speak, “You don’t ever say shit like that and think you can just walk away,” he growled, the sound although usually associated with anger in this situation I knew it was different. I hadn’t been blind to the glances he passed my way since the exhibit and all throughout dinner such that whenever I reflect upon that time in the hallway where we were hidden away I couldn’t help but chastise myself for poking the beast and expecting not to get scathed. 

He bent his head down when he noticed my silence taking it as a sign to plunge head first into the pool of impurity when his head dipped between my shoulder and neck grazing the flesh with his teeth. Taking a whiff of my essence he groaned, “Your arousal is fucking killing me, love.” I reached up tracing the fabric of his shirt as the tingles intensified upset that this barrier separated me from touching his skin such that I wound up gripping it in response to the feel of his rough hands settling on my hips. At this point my breaths came out short, the air fumbling within my lungs the second his teeth nipped my earlobe whilst he pressed his body even more against mine. 

“Boss…?” a low voice muttered into the abyss reaching us to make the man himself stiffen and lift up his head taking his warmth with him whilst keeping me close. He scowled eyeing the poor victim, taking a peak over his shoulder expecting to find Leo or Daniel; I instead saw the face of another man whom I had never seen before look nervously between us. “What?!” he barked tightening his hold on me when I attempted to remove his hands feeling a bit conscious and unwilling to draw attention to our rather questionable position but unlike me, Zeus didn’t give a damn. “We have a situation,” he replied keeping his eyes focused on the ground. He scurried away once he was dismissed; he sighed in frustration blinking a few times to calm himself down and reached out to run a hand gently through his hair. It was strange seeing him do it when seconds ago I was close to running my hand through the loose strands but questions began flying inside at what the situation was. 

He looked back down at me, his tongue poking out to lick his lower lip stirring a side to me that was slowly gaining a voice and identity of its own. Looking away feeling flushed I felt his fingers on my throat denying the chance I needed to breathe, “I have to go,” he whispered rubbing gentle circles as his eyes bore into mine, tearing down my armor and dismantling the chains with a statement that left me feeling like jelly whilst a stream formed between my thighs making me forget what situation needed to be handled when he whispered, “Make no mistake my little gazelle, I will eat you…”

Being The Alpha Don's Lover

The scenarios we often conjure up in our heads deeming them impossible are usually chosen by life to be thrown into our paths transforming them into a reality. When I imagined Zeus in the same room as Lucien when a feud between them began I expected bullets to be flying, screams, yelling and blood. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of the gang leader lounging in a seat of the living-room looking completely relaxed despite being in enemy territory. 


Chapter 35