BluNoor

Eleanora Pierce, one woman ruined by two men. Her crime? Her connection to the Pierce Business, a Mafia that belongs to her father, which only ever gave her two things;A betrayal; a father's greed, a business deal.A choice; Andrei Romanov's requirements, a man's price on her next breath. The price? His ring on her finger.It was their greed, their selfish purposes that commenced her demise.But now, it was his will against her determination. ▪︎Andre Romanov, one man who silenced the room with his mere presence, heir of a Mafia that stood superior over all other competition.Resilient, Fierce, Heartless. He had one aim in life, an aim buried deep in his being. To fulfill that aim, he had to get something first, a someone.And he always got the things he wanted.Even if that thing was not a thing at all, even if it was her.▪︎"Tell me, little dove, is this the way to treat your husband?" He towered over me, my frame being engulfed by his large build as he trapped me between his body and the wall of his office. His right hand leisurely unbuttoned my blouse as he leaned down to my height, the finger of his left hand under my chin, angling it up to look at him."You're not my husband." My defiance burned bright, but my breath shuddered at his movements. "Yet." Fire swirled behind those eyes. His hand snaked on my bare skin, moving to my back as he reached for my bra, "And I don't see your body opposing me so," his warmth caressed my features, his face only a breath apart, "be a good girl, dove.""I'm not your 'good girl', Andrei." The quiet moan slipped past my lips, betraying me when his skillful hand unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts."Push me away." My mind, foggy with desire and a hint of guilt; the guilt of not sticking with my plans and giving into his momentary pleasure.My silence was his answer. "That's what I thought," his knee pushed in between my legs, spreading them apart, "You're not my good girl, you're my dirty, little whore."…

BluNoor

Highest Ranking:#2 in Werewolf #1 in Dark#1 in Were-One for his rageTwo for his loyal mageThree for a twisted mindAnd Four for the betas by his sideFive for his dark growlSix for his experience howlSeven for his flawless skillsEight for his merciless kills Nine for a chilling nameTen for Beware Of Slade. ***"Tonight, a lover will be greeted with the corpse of his beloved." He smirked. His eyes moved from me to my hybrid. He saw the look on my face. He knew I gave in and was about to do what he had wanted for a long time, "You have a choice," I looked at him and his men with angry eyes but he only chuckled, "Choose wisely," he nodded his head towards the hybrid who stood next to him in silence and even with the gun on his head and a knife at his throat, he was as calm as ever. "Aulora," my eyes fell on my hybrid as he slowly shook his head, causing the knife to cut through the skin on his neck and letting the blood flow out. His hard facial features commanded me to let him be the one who greeted death tonight. The cold wind blew past me as the moon lit the cliff my conflicted self was standing on. I stared at the people standing in front of me and then at the dense forest behind them, where I didn't miss a witch waiting to kill us both as soon as her alpha gave her the command. For the last time, I made eye contact with my hybrid, "I willingly will be death's guest tonight," walking back to the edge of the cliff, I jumped. The last thing I heard was a victorious laugh and a growl filled with rage.-----------------------------------------------The beautiful, marvellous cover by @blackroguex- go check her out cause she's so amazing at what she does!Hello readers, this is my first werewolf story but I do guarantee you that this story would be worth reading. I promise.So kick the votes, comment your thoughts and follow. Don't forget to fan and share. I'll see you Brave Lights in the book now, until then..Truly yours; J.N.Light.…

BluNoor

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