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

I glanced through the windows leading into a back room. There had to be at least four purebloods, all surrounding Priscilla, who was restrained to a chair. Two of the purebloods were talking amongst themselves while the other purebloods were watching the other door. 


From their New York accents, I knew that they weren’t Vivace. We were also far from Southside, which was Vivace territory. This must be one of the other covens Claude had warned me about. How many were there? 


“What should we do with her, Boss?” one of the purebloods asked. 


“Kill her. We can’t have word getting out that she was here. We still need to find that heiress,” the Boss replied, turning around toward the door that I was at. “Someone is watching us.”


Chapter 16: Bruja