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

A grumble of defiance left my lips as Robin tried to slip away from me in the morning. I held onto him even tighter as the sun peeked out from behind the curtains. “No,” I complained, slowly blinking the dried grit from my eyes.


Robin’s chest rumbled. “Baby, please. I need to go.”


“Just a little while longer, amante,” I pleaded, burying my face against his chest, not wanting the warmth of his arms to be replaced with the cold.


His lips brushed against my temple. “I can’t.”


Begrudgingly, I loosened my hold and let him go. Bit by bit, the memory of last night filled my head. The blood. The destruction. The rage. Robin kissed the side of my face before slipping out of bed. 


My eyes peeked open to watch him get dressed. “Get some more rest. I’ll be back for breakfast.” Then he crept out the front door, the locks not clicking as he tried to close it behind him.


Chapter 42: Community