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

The water ran cold by the time I got out. I dressed in the clothes he left for me. The enormous shirt swathed me to my knees. Boxer shorts that barely hung to my waist. His scent enveloped me. That heavenly aroma of sweet oranges. 


That delightful citrusy spice coiled my stomach into blissful knots.


I dried my curls, so they didn’t drip over the tile. My shoulders heaved with exhaustion. It had been a long night. One that felt inevitable. One of my hands slowly pushed open the door to his loft. I scanned the room to see that Robin was no longer there.


An unwanted flush of panic warmed my face. 


Then the door to the loft opened, revealing Robin, still shirtless, towel draped across his shoulders. My eyes trailed downward, greedily drinking in the sight of him. His ink was on full display to me, swirling patterns and intricate designs that complimented the structure of his chest. 


Chapter 32: Matebond