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

“What are you doing here, Wyatt?” Priscilla asked, standing in the threshold between the hallway of her Highrise and the interior of her apartment. With the back of her hand, she tried to rub the redness from her eyes. 


For once, Priscilla’s hair was loose, cascading down her back in a waterfall of obsidian. He had only ever seen her with it up, pulled into a tight bun with no flyaway in sight. Pressed and prim in elegant footwear and buttoned blouses.


Right now, standing in kitty cat pajamas she seemed like a different woman. She looked more youthful with fluffy slippers and doe-like eyes. It felt like she wasn’t trying so hard to be the tense mature image of herself that she put forward. Priscilla leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms like she was bored.


Wyatt’s mouth felt dry as he realized that he had no idea what he wanted to say. “Can I come in?” he asked, his expression not giving away how uncomfortable he felt.


Chapter 49: Wyatt and Priscilla