{ Trigger warnings: Please note this is not a sweet town romance, it is a dark fantasy featuring the following: Arranged relationship, Attempted sexual assault, Dubious consent scenarios, Improper BDSM practices, Drugging including nonconsensual manipulation of birth control prescription, Death, Depiction of a dead body, Branding (consensual), Murder, Torture, Gun & knife violence, Physical assault, Stalking & nonconsensual surveillance, Abuse, Kidnapping, Nudity, Blood and Gore. } Aurora POVText: You can run, but you can't hide, little wolf! "Your shift is almost over Aurora; any plans for tonight?" Ollie, my boss, asks as he slips into the seat beside me, lifting my eyes from my phone as I process yet another text from an unknown number; this freak was starting to get on my last nerve. For months I have received cryptic messages. Messages meant to scare and intimidate me. Sighing, I look down at my phone as another message dances across my screen; rolling my eyes, I wish they had

Aurora POV "I am not crazy!" I fumed, sitting in the seat beside Meg and taking the drink that Ollie offered; with a roll of my eyes at the pink umbrella that floated around the rim of the glass, I pulled it out, wrapping my lips around the stick, not wanting to waste any of the alcohol, it took a lot to get me drunk. Hence why, I refused to lose even a drop. Flinging the umbrella at Meg, seeing her stare at me with a crooked smile, I sighed, leaning my elbows on the table to look at the males she had arranged to meet tonight while trying to ignore the niggly feeling in my gut that someone was watching me. Fuck it! Let the bastard watch! A tall, ripped guy sat to my left, smirking at me as he unashamedly looked down at my cleavage. His dark hair and even darker eyes screamed bad boy! Beside him, a stocky blonde male sat, eyeing Ollie hungrily. If his lingering stare wasn't enough to give away the fact he was playing for the other team, the purple eyeshadow and thick eyeliner sure di

Aurora POV "Son of a bitch!" I whispered at no one in particular while looking down at my phone; my eyes scanned the message; the crude words glowing against the darkness of my screen left me speechless. A mixture of anger and fear crashed through my body like a tidal wave, destroying everything in its path. Even Ava was numb. I shifted my eyes back to the body on the table before me; the wood table top cracked, splinters of wood everywhere, glasses shattered, and vibrant liquor mixed with the deep red of the blood oozing over the table in a dominant swirl. The male on the table stunk of fear, his face moulded in a mask of unadulterated terror, he had suffered, and it was clearly at Alec's hands! "I should feel guilty!" I moaned to Ava, both of us knowing I should hate myself for pushing Alec and ignoring his warning, but I felt nothing but pure, unfiltered rage. "What for?" Ava questioned abruptly. "For not heeding Alec's warning? For loving the psychopath to start with? For not

Aurora POV "What the fuck?" I groaned, bringing my hand up to my pounding head, blood coating my fingers as I ran them over my scalp, wincing at a nearly healed cut that was making my hair sticky and forcing it to matt between my fingers. I had been jumped; I remember that. The last image I had before I gave into the darkness was the filthy face of the vampire from the bar! His face blurred in front of my vision before my eyes closed. The snarl on his lips and hatred in his eyes as he charged me had sealed this night's fate to sit at the top ten worst nights of all time! Pulling myself up, I looked around the now-empty forest in confusion; everyone knew vampires never left their prey! So why had he jumped me and not hurt me, or was I missing something? "Let's not look a gift horse in the mouth Aurora!" Ava barked at me, lending me strength as I forced myself onto my feet, my legs wobbling under the strain of my achy body. Gasping, I looked around me; the ground was painted in vibra

Alec POV Gripping my stiff member with a throaty moan, my fingers unable to close around the girth, the head sticking up well above my fist, plenty of shaft still exposed and throbbing beyond my firm hold. "See the effect you still have on me, kitty!" I moaned mindlessly, beginning to pump my hand, providing relief to the aching throb threatening to tear my cock apart as I watched Aurora lift off the wall and scream before storming to the bathroom. "Fuck!" I snarled, not wanting to miss a second of her; I let go of my cock for a moment and flicked the camera to those we had set up in the bathroom and watched as she stripped off her little crop top that barely covered her beautiful tits, a groan escaped my lips as her tits bounced free. Her tight pink nipples were already hard. She had always got off on fear and anger; I had lost count of how many times our fights had turned into mind-blowing sex. Sitting back in my chair, my eyes trailed over the screen, watching as she discarded