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I'm heartless and cutthroat. It's just the way I was raised. I had no regrets. Until she showed up. It started with her old man. That stubborn bastard set me up. He knew what he was doing. I fell for her before I even heard her voice. What was he thinking, trying to set her up with a prick like me? She's too good for me. I should've walked away. But every time she told me no, it only made me want to chase her more.

Expensive. Powerful. And entirely f--ked up. That sums up the pretentious but elite circle I grew up in. As much as I hate it, this life has its perks. If I want it, it's mine. It's as simple as that. Until she showed up. She's a tempting little vixen I'm not allowed to have. One intense night changed it all between us, threatening to shatter everything we knew. She came up with a lie. I came up with a cover. Because the truth is… I can't keep my hands off her, and one night would never be enough.

Power and riches mean nothing if you have nothing to live for. A lifetime of wealth beyond imagine and a throne to rule have kept the pain at bay. With a tragic beginning I was prepared for a tragic end: the death of our kind and the final reign of the dragons.

Fate never prepared me for seeing my mate with the claiming mark of my enemy. She doesn’t know she’s my mate. She doesn’t feel the burning pull between us. The desperate need to love and be loved by me as I feel raging inside me. None of this should have happened this way. I don’t know how she came to be his, but I’ll slowly torture him if his claim has broken my mate’s ability to feel our bond.

Don't judge a book by its cover. You'll tell me you don't...but you already think you know what my story's about. You have no idea. Just like the people sitting in this courtroom. She asked for it. That's what they keep saying. And no, it's not because my skirt was too short or I was drunk at a party. It's nothing like that. It's because of what I like and how I like it. They're judging me as I sit in the front row, my eyes drawn to the man on trial. If I'd known it was going to end like this, I never would have gone home with him. But he's the type of man I just can't say no to.

His chiseled jaw and silver gaze haunts both my nightmares and my dreams, though I’ve only ever gotten a glimpse of either. There’s a treaty between us and them; mere mortals and the ones who terrify but keep us safe. The contract demands that every year there’s an offering, and this year I’ll walk across that stage presenting myself.

I should have known when I couldn’t keep my eyes off her that this would be a mistake. I was hired to protect her, this woman who’s lost everything, yet there’s an obvious fire that blazes behind her beautiful gaze. She stares back, daring and tempting me. It calls to a side of me that’s darker and longs to tame her. We both have secrets; we both have a past we’re not ready to face. More than that, we both want to get lost in each other.

One look, and panties drop. One night, and they're ready to marry me. Too bad I'm not interested in anything more than a taste. Until I'm tempted by Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. She's a good girl, the kind I want to possess, dominate, ruin. No one's ever told me no, and I'm not about to let it stop me now.

I'm used to getting what I want. But I've never wanted anyone like her. I'm the CEO. I dominate the boardroom with my presence. What I want, I get. I have the world at my beck and call. But that no longer excites me. Nothing does. Until she comes along. My Rose. Her deep blue eyes. Her tempting curves. They call to me, holding my attention like nothing has in years. I should walk away, but the soft sighs spilling from her plump lips are addictive.

We’re the twin Alphas of Dark Valley, opposite in almost every way but both of us are shocked that we share a mate… and that she’s human. I have no idea how this pretty little woman could handle one of us, let alone both. When lust turns to obsession, neither of us will be able to fight the pull to her and I’m not sure either of us will be willing to share.

I saw her from across the bar. My bar. My city. Everything in that world belonged to me. She stood out from the crowd like she was looking for someone to blame for her pain. That night, I felt the depths of my mistakes. I felt my scars. With a single glance, I knew her touch would take it all away. I craved it more than anything. I knew she would be a tempting, beautiful mistake. One I would make again and again...even if it cost me everything.

Some love stories are a slow burn. Others are quick to ignite, scorching and branding your very soul before you’ve taken that first breath. You’re never given a chance to run from it. That’s how I’d describe what happened to us. Everything around me blurred and all that existed were his lips, his touch.... The chase and the heat between us became addictive. Our nights together were a distraction, one we craved to the point of letting the world crumble around us.

Her lips tasted like Cabernet and her touch was like fire. I was blinded by what she did to me. I so easily fell for something I thought I’d never have. I was weak for her and should’ve known better. I should’ve known she could never love a man like me. She brought out a side of me that I wish had stayed dead. I won’t make the same mistake twice. I don’t care how much she begs me. I don’t care that I crave her more than anything else.

He holds a power over me like no one else ever could. Maybe it’s because my heart begs to beat in time with his. Maybe it’s because my body bows to his and his alone. Maybe it’s because he thought he loved me before he even laid eyes on me. He thought wrong. It wasn’t me he thought he loved, and nothing has made me suffer like that little secret has. He thought I belonged to him, but he was wrong. It was never supposed to be me.

There was never a question of whether or not I would be his. It’s simply what fate demanded. There’s a knowing when the werewolves find their mates. It’s an aching need, a desperation…one they would die for. But for their mates, it’s a trance, a pull, a submissive desire that’s at odds with the shadows of my past and how I’ve learned to survive.

It was never love with Daniel, and I never thought it would be. It was only lust from a distance. Unrequited love maybe. He's a man I could never have, for so many reasons. That didn't stop my heart from beating wildly when his eyes pierced through me. It only slowed back down when he'd look away, making me feel so damn unworthy and reminding me that he would never be mine.

Nathan always had the most beautiful smile. Every time I caught a glimpse of it, I had to smile too. It didn’t matter that he grew up on the wrong side of the city, I saw the good in him…even when he didn’t.

That wasn’t enough to keep us together in high school though. One night ruined everything. A night I’ll never forget.

Years have passed and now he’s on the cover of magazines and the star of movies. The reformed bad boy with with a charming smile that makes women weak in the knees.

I was raised to be ruthless, and as muscle for the Petrov mafia, that's all I am.Then she got caught in the crossfire, and when it was over, she was mine - given as a temporary gift. Once a mafia princess, now just a bargaining chip, she wasn't a part of my plans. She's scared, alone, and has the most perfect, innocent baby blues that beg me to protect her. There's not an ounce of good in me. I don't deserve her, but I want her. I want her sweet submission and tempting curves, at any cost.

He tasted like tequila and the fake name I gave him was Rose. Four years ago, I decided to get over one man, by getting under another. A single night and nothing more. I found my handsome stranger with a shot glass and charming but devilish smile at the end of the bar. The desire that hit his eyes the second they landed on me ignited a spark inside me, instant and hot. He was perfect and everything I didn’t know I needed.

From Wall Street Journal and USA Today best-selling author Willow Winters comes a highest bidder holiday short story.