Isabella Anderson

Her name was Brisa Dorsey. She was overjoyed at the upcoming marriage with her boyfriend, who she had been in love with for years. But just before they were to apply for their marriage license, she found out that her boyfriend had an affair with Brisa's stepsister. In a fit of anger, Brisa decided to pay a man to have sex with her. Drunk as a skunk, Brisa shouted orders to the owner of the club she went to that night, wanting to have sex with him. And when she woke up the next day, she found that everyone was calling her "Mrs. Johns". Shocked, Brisa found out she had got married! To whom? The terrifying "Cold-Face King" in New York, who was the head of the Johns family as well as the Johns Group! But rumor had it that he never hang out with women. Didn't he like men? Sure enough, those rumors were all just rumors...

Alpha in Color

The run had done nothing to clear the tension that seemed knotted in the back of my neck.

My habits of the wolf were being shoved away and stored. I pulled out instead the actions I had done before leaving the pack. Dusting them off for reuse.

Rising before the waking of the world and watching the ascending sun.

I walk inside the pack house, a mood of anger slowly wrapping around my thoughts for what I knew I had to do later.

I stop short at the sight of Orion in the kitchen.

The image of him almost took my breath away as he stood over the counter, a look of deep concentration on his face while stirring mixture that was contained in a large bowl.

He wore a grey hoodie, low ride sweatpants and – a pink apron.

He immediately looks up at my approach and moodily glares at me before going back to his stirring.

Chapter .23.