Tori Johnson

On her mother’s funeral, Raven meets the greatest challenge of her life when she is kidnapped by gun men and forced to sign over not only her wealth, but her asset and name. To fight for what was left behind for her, she escapes and spends the night trying to get away from them. But at the very last minute, she was shot and she fell into a ditch, where her life came to an end. Only, it didn’t. Where she thought there would be death, life had a different role for her and it pulled her towards a certain destiny. A destiny who had dark hair and perfect grey eyes. A destiny with the body of a god and the voice of the devil. A destiny bent on torturing her. He was either going to destroy her or make her. He was a rogue, a murderer, a traitor. One who killed his mate, destroying half his kingdom with him as he did so. Leaving his crown, pack, and people behind, he wandered aimlessly until he carried the title of the devil king. Once the devil came out of his cage and catches sight of the woman who turned him into what he was, he desired to kill her once more. But that wasn’t enough. He wanted to torment and torture her as much as she tortured him. However, this one was different and she pulled at his darkest emotions and desires. Emotions that wanted only to claim her. She was going to either save him or let him burn.

My life has just been turned upside down. The curtain had been pulled from underneath my feet and my world was beginning to spin. Deception and manipulation were the order of the day, and I had foolishly fallen for it. This wasn’t like the movies or the novels, this was real, like the pain tearing me apart from the inside. It was as real as the tears that fell down my eyes uncontrollably as I made my way away from all the noise, the yelling, the arguments. Or maybe I simply wanted to run away and disappear, to pretend like I never heard them, like I never found out the truth. Everything had been nothing but a lie, but I wished that we could have lived in that lie for a longer time. “How low would you go for money?” His words whipped like a viper and tears clouded my vision. I lowered my gaze, scared of my answer, scared of him, scared of everything. “I was foolish to not have been smarter, to have trusted my mom, to have trusted you.” “But let’s get this clear.” He came closer, so close, his scent and aura choked me. “You are an imposter,” his voice dimmed. “A thief,” “A liar.” “A gold digger,” “A slut and an even bigger manipulative bitch.” He chuckled. “You played your game very well,” “But you will always be an imposter, a nobody.” “And for the fucking time, you will be here as a wife that you have forced yourself to be,” he stared at me with disgust. His aura changing from hurt to scary. And I wanted to get away, from under him, from his scent, from his deadly eyes, from his wicked voice, I wanted to run. “Stay fifty feet away from me. Do not let me see you, do not let me breathe you in, do not let me hear your voice. When you see me, scram, do you understand?” I nodded my head. “Now get out…” he yelled, and I ran. However, how far could I run? From him, from fate?