Young, fiery and hungry, Oriana Romano thirsts for freedom from under her family's thumb. It wasn't her fault that she was the first hybrid. After an especially bad fight, she decides to run away from her ivory tower under a new name and go to the land of opportunity. New York City.
She didn't expect to meet Robin Scott, a widower from NYC's very own Wolfpack. With danger around every corner, what happens when he finds out who she really is?
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With Olivia being the source of his wolf's desires, having her so close, knowing that she was dreaming of him too, made the entire night restless and unfulfilling. 
His wolf wanted to touch her, feel her soft skin, see her wild hair splayed out across the sheets. Hear those delicious noises of pleasure. Robin's body responded to those thoughts.
That guttural voice inside of him whined. "We need to take what is ours," it cried. "Stop denying me." 

Honeysuckles and Wolfsbane is created by Anacostia Miller, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

Honeysuckles and Wolfsbane

It had been a week since Priscilla offered me a job at a diner in Brooklyn. It even had lodging upstairs, so I had a place to sleep. I had to share the apartment with a few other women who were also getting back on their feet, but my room was private.


I dressed in my cute little waitressing uniform. It was a little tight around the hips, but I think it helped the tips. After waking up, I set up the tables. Married the ketchups. Refilled salt and sugar shakers. It had a bit of a learning curve, but I think I got the hang of it. I ran around, filled orders, and had a grand ole time.


Being on your feet all day takes endurance, but I didn’t mind it. I knew that I always had a place to eat. Human food, that is. Blood was its own challenge. 


Brooklyn had a wild nightlife, so I had a constantly circulating hunting ground. I stayed low profile because I didn’t have to eat as often as a pureblood. Thankfully, I also hadn’t killed anyone else yet. 


Chapter 13: The Diner