The Hawthrone Heir(UNEDITED)

THE ALPHA’S UNEXPECTED SAVIOR

'Scared but not broken.'

'Dangerous, but not a monster.'

Meet Romano ‘Rome’ Greyson, the alpha of The Demon Howlers pack. He's supposedly a woman's perfect wet dream. With his 6'5 hot body, shiny raven black hair, and gorgeous green eyes. He was once a cheerful young man, until his coronation that is. His girlfriend of over five years broke his heart, labeling him a Monster which led her to take drastic measures into her own hands.

With his girlfriend's betrayal, Rome decides he'll forever be alone and cuts himself off from love along with any real physical relation.

Archer Vargas, the best friend of Alexander ‘B’ Greyson, the younger brother of Rome. Archer is a 5'2 hyperactive spitfire and the only girl for her parents. Archer's not like her brothers, she lacks their fighting skills. Even though horrible in a fight, she's very much valuable to her pack.

But what makes her so valuable?

With a hybrid mother and a powerful bloodline. Romano finds it hard to keep a secret he's been carrying every day harder and harder. What happens when the Spitfire comes to town?

What happens when Romano's ex-shows up back in Rosewood?

Throw in his 'bed buddy' and what happens?

It's the perfect recipe for DISASTER! But everyone needs a savior, even the big, bad, Alpha.

EXCERPT:

Romano

Slamming her body slick with sweat up against the headboard, she moans. "That's it, Rome, right there alpha." She groans in my ear, making me harder.

Entangling her messy, brown hair in my hand, I thrust more aggressively deep within her inviting pussy. Her breathing becomes erratic and labored the more our bodies glide together with sweet, sweats of pleasure and primal needs.

The pounding in my head is becoming a nuisance, not because of my current activity, but of someone trying to mindlink me.

"What?!" I snapped at whoever's disturbing my playtime with Amber.

"S-sorry Alpha, but there's a young woman here demanding entrance at the main gate. She claims to be a friend of Master B." The warrior replies, stuttering.

"So?” I asked. “That sounds like B's problem and not mine." I retorted without giving the warrior time to reply.

"That's just it sir, B isn't here to confirm her identity. Nor is his link open." He explained in a tight response.

"Give me a few minutes," I mumbled, closing the link.

"I have to go," I mutter, kissing Amber as I scoop my discarded clothes quickly.

Amber pouts, but it doesn't influence me to continue our fuck session. After all, we're just having fun.

"See you later?" She asks with hopeful brown eyes that beg me for a yes and I only peck her thin, soft, lips to confirm my answer to which she smiles as she gets out of the messed up bed.

"I'll be wearing nothing but my birthday suit," Amber whispers seductively in my ear, swaying her hips as she walks towards the bathroom.

Leave it to my idiot brother to ruin my playtime. I'm just tempted to get in the shower with the little minx and fuck her to my dick's content, unfortunately not now as hastily pull on my jeans.

*******

Upon reaching the heavy metal gates. A sweet, caramel and jasmine scent hit my nose and I almost groaned in pure bliss the moment I bent the corner of the packhouse just a couple of meters away from the main gate.

Upon reaching a little closer to the entrance my wolf's almost at the surface, and the need to hunt the delicious scent is overpowering, but I maintain my composure—staring at the amusing scene an earshot away where I stood.

Max, a veteran warrior, is standing face to face—well more like face to chest with a small woman pointing her slender finger at him in what seems to be a one-sided and rather heated argument. She's probably planning his death a million times over in her head with the way she's poking at his chest and glaring.

"What the hell is going on here?" I ask, letting my presence be recognized, tired of not knowing the unknown woman who is driving me and my beast within crazy with lust.

Max whips his head around in my direction with his eyes shifting from me to the woman. "Alpha-" he begins to say only to get cut off.

"Hey dimwit, I wasn't done with you!" The woman screeches.

Now that I can see her face clearly, I'm stunned and so is my wolf because he's not fighting me to be free for once.

The woman is beautiful. Her few exposed bronze-kiss skin glistens thanks to the sunlight, as a makeup-free oval face paired with a cute button nose, and fiery red eyes blasted bullets at Max.

Her golden-blond hair is in a sloppy bun, her curvy ass looks spank-worthy in her tight skinny black jeans and I can almost glimpse her nipples printing out through the white sheer dress shirt she has on.

The things I could do to those babies, I thought to myself.

"Get off me, you crazy woman!" Max shouts interrupting my wild thoughts as the blonde straddles the giant to the ground, slapping the hell out of him.

Though quite comical in a sense. The scene somehow makes me growl possessively grabbing the little wildcat off Max, throwing her over my shoulder—stalking my way towards the direction of the packhouse.

"Hey! Put me the hell down, you oversized douche!" the woman screams 'punching' my back. "Wow! You've got some nice buns," she says in less than a second after smacking my ass.

Her touch sends delightful electrical waves throughout my body, sending it straight to my lower region, and my palm itches to spank her round ass, but I resist the urge. But if she knows what's best, she better keeps her hands to herself.

Reaching the packhouse, I open the door with the little wildcat still dangling over my shoulders. Too

distracted by the beauty of the mansion, she forgets her rant.

Reaching the lounge room, I place her down with care.

"Hey!... Oh, my sugar goddess, you're freaking hot!" She blurted out, boldly checking me out as her light-red eyes sparkled with mischief.

"What's all the commotion for?" My Mom asks, materializing into the room. Even though she's no longer in charge, she visits the packhouse at least twice a week.

"I can smell that little bitch on you Rome," she mindlinks me in clear agitation. Mom's not exactly a fan of Amber or my lifestyle habits for the past couple of years now and we tend to buck heads over it.

"Hey, mom-" I get interrupted.

"Destiny Hawthorne!" The crazy blonde exclaims. "You're more beautiful than B gives you credit for," she rambles on.

"And you are? " Mom asks with an amused expression.

"Oh! Sorry, my name's Archer Vargas. I'm friends with your idiot son," she says in the most polite way I've ever heard.

Vargas... That name sounds familiar.

"Oh, wow! I never knew Miguel had a daughter." Mom replied with a frown.

"I'm not surprised," my little wildcat mumbles.

"Welcome to Rosewood Archer, hope you enjoy your visit here." The Luna within my Mom greets her like a long-lost relative.

"Thank you so much, I intend to." Archer says innocently but stares at me, her intense stare makes me slightly squirm.

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Dear FindNovel.net family, I wanna thank you guys for reading, commenting, reviewing, and adding THH to your reading list. This is a story I've worked and changed so much on Wattpad and thought it wouldn't get any love here but I was proven wrong because we're officially appearing on the Fantasy List.

There are a few tweaks I want to do before submitting Book 2 and hope it gets the same love here.

Thank you all!

Love,

Latty❤️