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." 

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Honeysuckles and Wolfsbane

With one wrist extended, the Vivace Don fed on Priscilla, dressed in a navy-blue suit and always tailored to perfection. The pureblood drank deeply, but never for too long. It was a simple enough trade. Blood for revenge. She was useful to him. Blessed blood is a gift to those that have consent to drink it.


Enhanced abilities. More invulnerability. The power of ten purebloods. It pales in comparison to what Oriana was capable of, which made her the wild card. Priscilla was fleeing the pack land, and she could hear the screaming behind her, trees snapping and ground shaking like a premonition to a storm.


She had to be disposed of. That power burned too hot. Too many variables. As much as Priscilla liked Oriana, respected that spitfire to an extent, the world was not her playground.  


Chapter 44: Getting Answers