Donna Sheldon
Donna Sheldon's Book(1)
Twisted Obsession
Romance Three rejections. Three shattered hopes. That was what Layla experienced, all because she was different - a half-shifter in a world that craved purity. She was shunned, ostracized, and then sold out like a pawn to the most powerful being alive - the Lycan King. A ruthless ruler with a graveyard of brides, each one holding a chilling whisper of a fate worse than death.
Layla hated him. Hated the way his eyes, cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated the way his touch, a promise of something terrifying, sent shivers down her spine.
* * * *
“I hate you!” I yelled, clenching my hand into a fist, my knuckles turning white.
He heaved a heavy sign. "You seem stressed," he stated, closing the book he was reading. He stood and walked towards me. "Well, lucky you," he said, rolling up his sleeve. “ I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves." He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "The first is a hug..." His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he leaned in, his warm breath tickling my ear. "And the rest... well, that's 69. What do you say about that?"
A lump formed in my throat. "You're not taking me seriously! I will..." I trailed off, looking away to avoid his gaze.
"You will what, darling?" He held my chin, forcing me to face him. "Speak!"
Meeting his gaze was a feat in itself, given his towering height. But that was the least of my worries. "Please," I whispered, my voice shaky from holding back tears. "Just let me go."
Tears welled up, hot and angry, trailing down my cheeks as I tried not to meet his gaze. They were filled with something scary, like he didn't understand, and maybe even a flicker of anger. "But you're mine," he insisted, his voice tight with control. "You belong to me.”
Content warning: suicide attempt, graphic violence, sex, mature language and slavery.
