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

Her side wept with pain as she limped toward the city. She needed to get back to the Vivace Don to get patched up. 


While she felt absolutely nothing for the pureblood, he relied on her. She had given him consent to feed from her to gain the strengths that came from the gift of her blood. It was a fair enough trade for answers.


Priscilla’s blood was her greatest weapon. 


What good could it do against shifters? 


Not much. She knew that they had turf issues with the Vivace’s, but she did her best to stay away from them. She only had a few incantations that would be useful against a wolf attack. 


Before she could even spit silver, he had sent her flying backwards. When she smashed into the van behind her, the breath sapped right out of her. The massive beast tore through purebloods. It was drunk on rage, frenzying similar to the way Oriana was.


It was odd that the creature came alone. They hunt and fight in groups.


Chapter 30: Don't Play Stupid