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

How the hell was I supposed to find a new place to live in a week? A new job? Back to square one again. Living off of the street. Sleeping on a bench. I guess I just got too comfortable sleeping in a bed. 


I didn’t want to obsess over it. I would figure it out. Adapt. Persevere. I always found a way, but did it have to be so hard? Maybe I should just go home. 


Let my parents brag about how they were right. How I couldn’t do this on my own. I grit my teeth. It was a matter of pride. Spite even. If I ran home to my parents every time something didn’t go my way, then I would never learn. 


No. I had to pick myself back up again and work my ass off. I was the only person that I could rely on. Not the kindness of strangers. Not overbearing family members. Me. Only me.


After Priscilla confronted me, I left. Had to go on a walk to clear my head. The city always had interesting nooks and crannies to explore. Every time I went out on a walk, I found something new. 


Chapter 19: Drown