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 didn’t know how I felt about Robin until I thought I had killed him. I thought that I was only attracted to him because I wanted something from him. All I had ever known was take and take. Feed this selfish carnal need to satisfy myself for me and me alone. 


He was new. Exciting and unfamiliar. I greedily inhaled every new sensation with no intention of paying it back. 


And honestly, I didn’t even think that I had anything to give anyways. At least, anything that anyone would want. What could I possibly have of value to give this altruistic man? He cared about me, and that was enough for me to see where it would take me. And maybe I cared about him too.


That dread that swallowed me when I thought that I killed him. Insurmountable pain that felt completely foreign to me. It only got worse when I realized how I left him in that alleyway like he was disposable.


Chapter 35: I Never Said Anything About Sleep