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I could feel his crotch press firmly on me from behind as he grabbed my neck and kissed me behind my ear. His breath was so chill and I could hear it sing a thousand songs. I felt my self getting lost slowly as his fingers found its way down my pants.

"Ouuuu, is that pre-cum or you got wet from the foreplay" Lewis said as he grabbed my ass and lifted me up.

My arms wrapped around his neck, his fangs had this silver look to it. Staring into his eyes I said "Does it really matter? You made it happen. Now less talking, start working on making my legs shake" I said as I buried my fangs in his shoulder

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Ever thought the Female Alpha would be an overly serious person? 

Dianne, born in the mystical realm of Tamigrove embarked on a journey of self discovery after her pack forced on her a mate she couldn't see herself being with. Her journey takes her across plains she never imagined, she found love, lost love and sought love for the soul. 

For her to be reborn and made a hybrid, she is put through a rigorous ritual process, sleep in the coffin. Reborn, she finds herself in the modern world and very few of the people she lived with made it through. With the wisdom collected over the years, she navigates her way through the modern era and builds a name for herself. 

The smooth run comes to an end when her past comes knocking. How does she handle it? How does she maintain her love life and her personal life troubles without both of them intertwining? Does she let the troubles get to her or does she let it swallow her?

Billionaire Hybrid in Love

A shiver traced a chilling path down my spine at the mere mention of the coffin. For me, that coffin represented anything but peace. The anguish I endured within its confines was beyond description, a torment that transcended mere physical pain. Even in my next life, I would always love to steer clear of its sinister embrace.

Perhaps if I were a pure-blooded vampire or a mere mortal transitioning into one, I might have had a glimpse of solace within the coffin's dark depths. Yet, for someone like me, caught in the murky in-between, it was nothing but a vessel of suffering and dread.

When I first arrived at the Crimson coven, the sight before me was not just a mere coffin, it was a grandiose display, adorned with intricate embellishments only fit for royalty. Positioned prominently at the heart of the opulent banquet hall, it served as the focal point for the initiation ritual of new vampires, where they partake in their inaugural blood feast.

Down Memory Lane