Once upon a time, the kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana were at peace. That peace, was
broken when the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch, Prince Cone, took over.
Prince Cone had always been hungry for power and wanted more. After his coronation, he attacked
Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were surprised. The king and
queen were killed, and they took the prince into slavery.
The people of Salem who survived the war were enslaved; their land taken from them. They made their
women and some of their men into sex slaves.
They lost everything.
Evil befell the land of Salem in the form of Prince Cone. The prince of Salem, Lucien, was filled with
rage and swore revenge against King Cone while in slavery.
Ten years later, thirty-year-old Lucien and his people escaped slavery. They went into hiding and
recuperated, training day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Prince Lucien, who was
driven by the love of his people to get back their land and take Mombana’s land as well.
It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and
reclaimed everything.
As they screamed their victory, Lucien’s eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana:
Princess Danika, the daughter of Prince Cone.
As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes she’d ever seen, he felt victory for the first time. He
walked to the princess with the slave collar he’d worn for ten years rattling in his hand. With a swift
movement, he collared her neck.
He tilted her chin, staring at the most beautiful face ever created. Giving her a bitter smile, he stated
curtly, “You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades—everything
you and your father ever did to me and my people.”
Pure hatred, coldness, and victory danced in his eyes..

Princess Danika had to do everything in her power to survive after being enslaved. It wasn’t easy since she was surrounded by people who despised her and would go to any extent to see her suffer. Sally, her former personal maid and best friend who battled hard to keep her safe, was the only ray of sunshine in her dark world.
But, with the evil mistress on her tail, Danika was forced to fight the most deadly war of all—one that drove her back into the arms of the one man who hated her more than the rest of them, but also had enough power to protect her. King Lucien

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Once upon a time, the kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana were at peace. That peace, was
broken when the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch, Prince Cone, took over.
Prince Cone had always been hungry for power and wanted more. After his coronation, he attacked
Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were surprised. The king and
queen were killed, and they took the prince into slavery.
The people of Salem who survived the war were enslaved; their land taken from them. They made their
women and some of their men into sex slaves.
They lost everything.
Evil befell the land of Salem in the form of Prince Cone. The prince of Salem, Lucien, was filled with
rage and swore revenge against King Cone while in slavery.
Ten years later, thirty-year-old Lucien and his people escaped slavery. They went into hiding and
recuperated, training day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Prince Lucien, who was
driven by the love of his people to get back their land and take Mombana’s land as well.
It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and
reclaimed everything.
As they screamed their victory, Lucien’s eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana:
Princess Danika, the daughter of Prince Cone.
As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes she’d ever seen, he felt victory for the first time. He
walked to the princess with the slave collar he’d worn for ten years rattling in his hand. With a swift
movement, he collared her neck.
He tilted her chin, staring at the most beautiful face ever created. Giving her a bitter smile, he stated
curtly, “You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades—everything
you and your father ever did to me and my people.”
Pure hatred, coldness, and victory danced in his eyes..

Deep in the mountains, far beyond the valley and across the rivers, lies a vast realm that
occupies acres and acres of land. This is Naturiah, a home for changelings. Changelings are
humans who can take the form of animals such as leopards, mountain lions, werewolves, deer,
swans, rats, cats, and many others.
In Naturiah, two changelings stand above the rest – the werewolves and the mountain lions
(also known as cougars/pumas). These creatures have been in conflict for centuries, fighting for
dominance over other species. They are the apex predators of nature. They live among humans,
seemingly like them, but with something more.
Fangs sharper than tungsten needles, capable of slicing through the skin of their prey with a
single bite. Claws stronger than the finest forged blades, capable of shredding an enemy in a
single blow. Silken pelts that are irresistibly soft to the touch.
These two species remained enemies for as long as anyone can remember, until centuries
ago, when both werewolves and mountain lions found peace. They coexisted and signed a treaty,
a bond that has never been broken. The mountain lions stepped aside for the werewolves to take
leadership of the land of Naturiah.
New rules were made for the betterment of the land. Outside their lands, they exercise
restraint on their basic instincts to better coexist with humans. But within their lands, they do
not suppress what they are: Powerful. Fearless. Highly sexual. Instinctive. Dominant. Predators.
There are rumors. Whispers in secret. Whispers in the pitch dark of the most powerful man
in Naturiah. The fiercest predator Naturiah has ever known. A man who is the 'impossible'.
Rumor has it that not only do his powers and strength exceed those of any human, but theirs
are nothing compared to his. He is their Alpha, an Alpha to surpass them all. The ultimate
Alpha. The Alpha King.
They think of him as a god. He is respected like one, feared like one… and worshipped like
one. They call him god… …because he is a cross between the two most powerful creatures. He
has the strength of a mountain lion and the power of a werewolf. He can take the form of a
mountain lion, a werewolf, or a man.
Why? Because he is a werewolf AND a mountain lion.
Wolfarian Daminor Throne. The Alpha King of Naturiah.

“I want to watch you,” He said in a voice so low, it was mumbled vibration.

“Watch me?” She whispered, unable to meet his eyes. Ismena was so embarrassed because he just caught her pleasuring herself.

“I want to watch you touch yourself.” He placed a kiss on her neck.

“Wolfaraine…!” She gasped, shocked and uncomfortable.

“It was sexy as hell hearing you moan, seeing you pleasuring yourself while thinking of me. So, I want to watch you do it for me now.” He moved closer to her, wrapping a strong arm around her naked waist. “Touch yourself for me, Ismena.”

With the dark, past secrets out in the open, the pillar of Wolfaraine and Ismena’s relationship is deeply shaken, their fragile bond broken, and their hearts in pieces. But they must rise above that pain to save each other, especially when staying apart seems more torturous and dangerous than the dark, stone walls between them.

Ismena’s mission had been to be cured of her heart disease so she could live a long life, but now she would gladly give that life over and over again to save her scarred Alpha King. With changed priorities comes a new determination to tear down every single wall and defeat every obstacle between them, even if it means finally facing the most feral, lethal part of him…the mountain lion.

That risky plan, coupled with the traitor in their midst and an insistent monstrous organization determined to get their test subjects back, Wolfaraine and Ismena are tested in the worst possible way where they can either win what’s left to make their happiness complete or risk losing everything…including their lives.

When I left work, I didn’t wait for my assistant to bring in her report as usual. Instead, I got into my
Mercedes and drove out of the building. I drove back home, crossed the lawn that separated Donald’s
house from mine, stepped on his bag, and knocked on his front door. Donald was my best friend/fuck
buddy. The only random fuck I’d had since I moved here two years ago, and he was basically the only
friend I had. Normally I prefer fucking strangers, but this wasn’t a normal situation. There was no time to
go man-hunting in a bar right now. Santos’ return had uprooted my world.

“You promised me your virginity and your body. I was foolish to pass on the first, but like a debt collector, I am here to take the latter which belongs to me. Your body is mine, Rosianna.”

Tesiera Anderson is popularly known as ‘The Torturer’ in the underworld, due to her unmatched skill in inflicting unfathomable pain and torture to her victims.
Just her name alone strikes fear into the hearts of the most merciless crime lords, for all her targets end up dead—some in methods more gruesome, more graphic than anyone could ever imagine.
She answers to no one, serves no master—a woman with a heart carved out of stone. Humor eludes her; she never learned how to smile. Some argue she possesses no soul; her brown eyes, cold and devoid of life.
A new prey has been marked by her, and his name is Maximilian Kingston. A multimillionaire at the helm of a vast hotel empire, and for personal reasons, he has become a special target for her. She harbors an intense hatred towards him to the extent that her entire existence revolves around the day she can at last bring an end to his life.
And that day finally came.

Over the years, she had made up a lot of images of what The Teenager would look like as an adult, and
not one of those times did she envision him to look like…this.
“His name is Maximilian Kingston, but he is mostly known as Max. This profile is an intriguing one,”
Big Cat began. “He is a thirty-seven-year-old multimillionaire who owns several hotels spread out all over
the States and beyond, but he is also a successful neurosurgeon at Med Stone Hospital, one of the most
prestigious hospitals here in the States. He has won several awards in neurosurgery, and at such a young
age, he has risen to the position of Chief of Surgery.”
Tesiera couldn’t tear her eyes away from those gray eyes. Those very familiar gray eyes haunted her in
her nightmares almost every night. The boy who murdered her father right in front of her, in cold blood,
was a fucking doctor? The man who put a bullet through her father’s brain was a freaking brain surgeon?