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

Sleeping in the same bed would have been dangerous, so Robin left to sleep on the couch in the packhouse. Probably for the best considering how steamy and obnoxious my dreams were. It would be embarrassing if he were laying next to me while I tossed and turned. His name on my lips. Sweat beading across my forehead.


A nice break from those nightmares, but at least I knew what to expect when Sekhmet was visiting me. When Robin was in my head, it was nothing but spine-tingling surprises. My neck yearned to be bitten, submit myself completely. Relish in that sweet pain but receive no release. 


Frustrating. But I had to consider this logically.


Now that I had a little bit of distance and rest, and I wasn’t overwhelmed with the urge to jump him, I felt conflicted. 


Chapter 33: Pancakes