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 entire room fell silent. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Edgar uncomfortably shift from foot to foot. Claude visibly fumed. I’m sure if he was human, his face would be flushed completely red.


My father, however, looked perplexed. “Boyfriend?” 


“Him? Of all people?” Claude’s voice was angry. Booming almost. His fiery gaze shot up to Robin as he hissed, “What did you do to her? What did you do to my niece, you fucking mutt?”


“Nothing, Tio—” I tried to interrupt him, but he was angry, that calm and composed expression tossed right out the window as soon as Robin walked through the door. 


“I wasn’t talking to you, Ori,” he seethed. My father walked up a few steps and clapped a hand on Claude’s shoulder, but that only seemed to piss him off more as he yanked away, stepping forward to get into Robin’s face. “Is that why you were going around smelling like her?”


Chapter 39: Butting Heads