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  Contents

  Acknowledgement

  SEDUCE MY LOVE BLURB

  1. Prepare You For The World

  2. Forgive Me And Laying Low

  3. Wine And Relaxation

  4. Pleasurable Desperation

  5. Unification Of Magic

  6. No Turning Back From Triple Love

  7. Sweet Passionate Loving

  8. Confront My Lingering Love For You

  9. No More Second Chances

  10. Unworthy To Love

  11. His Love Is Not Mine To Obtain

  12. His Heart Was Mine Once More

  WOLF TAMER- SNEAK PEEK

  WOLF TAMER BLURB

  WOLF TAMER- PROLOGUE

  ABOUT YUMOYORI WILSON

  Also By Yumoyori Wilson

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  Thank you for purchasing SEDUCE MY LOVE.

  Thank you to all my amazing supporters for being awesome and encouraging me to write every day.

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  Special thanks to my Ninja Wifey who always keeps me motivated no matter what I’m going through. Your friendship means the world to me and I’m thankful to have you in my life.

  Special thanks to my inner circle and true friends who are always there to push/motivate me to be better. You know who you are, and I couldn’t be more grateful for your continuous love and support
  Special thanks to my amazing Alpha Team. You continue to work marvellously together, and I couldn’t be more grateful to have you on my publishing team.

  Special thanks to my amazing Mom for blessing me with the gift to write and supporting me in all aspects. I pray to continue making you proud as I strive towards success.

  Finally, I thank God for giving me the strength to achieve my goals. Without Him, I would be nothing.

  YUMOYORI WILSON

  BLURB

  The seduction in my veins not only brings me two loving mates but opens the path to a third lover who holds knowledge and power. Will it help me rekindle a broken bond with a family member or lead me astray when the tension between races thickens?

  Being a private secretary to NYC billionaires proves to be a lot easier than expected. It becomes even more interesting when I get to add a third individual who loves bacon more than anything and is NYC’s third billionaire.

  As I continue my MIA status with my job, my focus is centered on becoming stronger as a triple hybrid. My limits will be tested and so will my identities as I, Anastasia of Last Resort, have to face parts of my past that I'm not ready to confront.

  Unknown enemies are lurking around the busy streets of NYC, and their new target? Me.

  With new challenges coming left and right, it's going to take the help from Liam, Brian, Pixel, and a new arrival to help me survive. As for Alexander? Maybe my decision was for the better.

  It's time for me to prove what I can do, and as long as my cacti are watered with some extra TLC, these new enemies will wish they’d never picked a fight with me.

  Will I be able to seduce my way out of this? Or will the seduction in my blood turn sour?

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  Prepare You For The World

  "Sit up straight and wait for my guest to see you."

  "Mother." My voice was but a whisper, as I looked down to the cement floor of the dimly lit dungeon. It was taking all my courage to be able to focus on the words I wanted to say.

  Don't leave me alone with them.

  My mother turned around; her glaring eyes met mine. Today was one of those days where everything made her upset. My words would only add flame to the fire, but I had to speak them.

  I have to try and persuade her to not let her guest in.

  "Sia. I do not have time today. Do as I say."

  "Is he going to touch me?" I got straight to the point.

  Mother was silent, her hateful eyes focused on me. My words hadn't fazed her, only adding to the wave of disappointment and bittering anger boiling inside me.

  "What he does is none of my concern," she whispered. When her back turned, all I could do was curl my hands into fists. I bit my lip so hard it began to bleed, but it wasn't enough to satisfy my rage.

  Why keep me alive?

  "I wish I could just disappear," I mumbled. Mother stayed in place, but I didn't care what she'd do at this point. "I bet if Dad was here, he would care about what that man does."

  I didn't see Mother until she stood in front of me, her hand around my neck as she pushed me against the wall.

  "You do not speak of that man in here," she snarled. My tears trickled down my cheeks, the succubus side of me trying its best to be patient.

  I hate this woman. I want out. I deserve freedom. Why do I remain here? Why can't my body just die for once?

  "I want Dad," I said in defiance, narrowing my eyes at her. If I piss her off enough, maybe she'll kill me herself.

  She lifted me off the ground, her raging impatience shown through her pure silver eyes. "You pathetic piece of shit. It’s thanks to that useless man that I have to deal with you now. I was happy. Free to do what I pleased. Now I have to deal with a defiant hybrid who thinks she can speak back to me."

  I was struggling for air, but I didn't fight her, knowing she wouldn't let me die. Oh heavens, I wish she would. I want to die. Doesn't the universe understand?

  I began seeing stars, but I didn't fight, waiting to black out entirely and to embrace death with open arms, but my wish was short-lived as the hold around my neck disappeared.

  My body dropped to the floor and I coughed and took deep inhales to aid my lungs. That only left me at a new level of anger.

  "I'll kill that man," I snarled. "If he comes in here, I'll kill him. I don't care who he is."

  I meant every single word. I was so tired of this life. Exhausted by the pain I'd been through. I wanted to experience the world. Enjoy the scent of pure air and not molded cement and blood. I was hungry, tired, and lonely. So damn lonely.

  I'm a succubus. I should be able to do what I want!

  A gasp escaped me when a hard kick hit me right in the stomach. I braced myself for more kicks and listened to Mother's harsh words.

  "You are an ungrateful bitch. You're wasting my life!"

  "Then kill me!" I screamed back, using as much of my succubus power as I could. I caught a glimpse of the shock that filtered in my mother's eyes before they lost all emotion, a dull void of silver taking over.

  I should have been afraid, scared of what was to come, but I was ready for the end. So ready I was almost desperate.

  Mother's right. I am pathetic. To want to die so badly. She doesn't get it. No one do
es. They care about their own needs and desires. They're fine with beating and abusing me. That's all I'm used for. Why bother? Why let me remain in this world? This is all for the better.

  The kicks continued and I was lost in the pain as I began coughing up blood.

  Just a bit longer.

  "Ma'am! Snap out of it!" The sound of Mother's maid echoed around the hollow walls.

  No, no, no. Don't interfere. Let her be rid of me. I just want my peace.

  It took five more kicks, the last one hitting me right in my left temple, before she stopped. I groaned at the pounding pain from the last kick, seemingly stronger than the rest of the pain that thrummed through my wounded body.

  I heard Mother curse, and her heels hitting the cement as she walked away from me.

  Dammit.

  "Ma'am, you went too far," the maid said in a hushed manner. Mother said nothing, leaving the gate open as she vanished from my sight.

  She'd never admit that I'd overpowered her. She held too much pride to tell a soul. She'd play it off, drink some alcohol, and ignore me for a week or two.

  Maybe she won't come back at all.

  "Sir? I don't think..." The maid trailed off. It took a moment before the man spoke.

  "It's fine. Leave," he ordered.

  "Yes, sir," the maid replied in a calm voice. I heard the sound of the heavy metal door close, and without trying, I listened to her footsteps fade away, leaving me in my painful despair.

  My sobs escaped me then, knowing what was going to happen next. I curled up into a ball, my sobs muffled as I pressed my mouth to my knees.

  He's just going to touch me. They always do. Doesn't matter what shape I'm in. Why? Why am I in this predicament? I want a real family. Where's Daddy? Why can't he be here instead of that woman?

  Something soft touched my temple, making me flinch and press my back against the cold cement wall. If only it could hide me completely.

  Make me invisible so I could mourn about my shitty life on my own.

  "Sia." The voice was familiar, but I shook my head.

  "I won't fall for it. Don't touch me. I'm tired. Why do all men like to touch girls that could be the same age as their own daughters?!" I cried, unable to stop my outspoken thoughts. "Why am I here? Why are you all okay with what my mother does? She must pay you to add to the daily torture I go through. Does it make you happy?! You sick bastards who only care about your damn cocks than a girl who just wants freedom?"

  I wanted to disappear. That's what a useless experiment like myself deserved. Sixteen years of this bullshit and I didn't know if I could take two more years.

  "Sia, my dear, it's me."

  I froze for a second, opening my eyes slowly and peeking up to see the man who was on his knees before me, not caring about the blood on the floor.

  My eyes—that I'm sure were red from the scent of blood—met his, noticing the hint of silver that outlined them. I blinked a few times, wondering if this was some type of test or illusion.

  "Da...ddy?" I had to blink a few more times. "Dad?"

  He gave me the saddest smile I'd seen cross his face and slowly reached out to press his hand gently on my temple. I didn't move this time, still bewildered at why he was here.

  He can't be real. How did he get in? Mother and the maids wouldn't dare let him inside.

  My body grew warm and I noticed the light gold light coming from his hand. The pain began to reduce and I sighed in relief when my body stopped aching. When he removed his hand, I didn't hurt anymore, but I was still hungry, which made me glance away to see if Mother or the maid had even left anything yesterday.

  Or a few days ago.

  "Sia."

  It took me a few seconds to look back in his direction, but my eyes lit up at the pack of blood in his other hand. I wanted to reach for it, my throat closing up in desperation for the glorious dark red liquid that would be fend off my exhaustion, but I hesitated; my gaze returned to my dad's.

  From the way his eyebrows knit together, I figured he realized why I was hesitating.

  "You need it, Sia. No one else is coming for a while," he assured me. Slowly sitting up, I moved to sit cross-legged, making sure my dirty blood-stained dress covered the bits of bruises and leftover bites from the last man Mother had brought.

  I wasn't fast enough though, Father's eyes catching a glimpse of them. He looked angry and I shivered, wishing his anger wasn't towards me. I have to defend myself.

  "I didn't...want to. The previous man was an incubus and he forced me to stay still after he left for the vampire to do whatever...and...well...I'm not strong yet. And um…" All my blabbering was simply making my tears pool in my eyes at the memories, my brain trying to push them back into the vault I'd put them in to begin with.

  Father's eyes softened. "I'm not angry at you," he whispered. "Who were the men? Can you describe them?"

  He offered me the pack of blood, and after a second glance and a reassuring nod from him, I took it with my trembling hands.

  "The incubus was older. Much older than Mother. His wings were blue and purple with hints of red. He has a weird laugh. The vampire had green eyes when he wasn't feeding and blond hair. He was tall, but not as tall as you," I explained, revealing my fangs. I bit right into the blood bag.

  I fought the moan that threatened to leave my throat, enjoying the delicious liquid that I hadn't tasted in weeks. Mother loved when I barely had blood in me. It was the best for her experiments unless she wanted to see how strong my vampire side was.

  She personally hated this side of me. It was disgusting and reminded her of Father. I paused when I felt the tender stroking touch along my head, my eyes lifting to meet my dad's, which were glossy with tears.

  His sadness was enough for me to stop drinking, moving the pouch away to stare at him in shock.

  "Dad? Why are you crying?" I didn't understand why he was sad.

  "I never wanted this life for you. You know that, right Sia?" His voice was thick with emotion, a heartache that hit me in my soul. With how sad, lonely, and heartbroken I was with this life I lived, I still had room for the tiny bit of love that I had for the one person who seemed to care.

  Father couldn't come all the time. It was a rare occurrence that I made sure to keep with me. I always hoped I wouldn’t forget him, but it seemed as though his very existence escaped my mind whenever he left. But when he returned, all the memories of him coming here to protect me followed.

  He must have been the reason why I haven't died yet. It only makes sense.

  "I know, Daddy," I whispered.

  It was funny how I kept switching between the titles. Daddy, Dad, and Father. It was as though my mind wanted to put the most use possible in each title because they weren't used enough. Not compared to the constant 'Mom' and 'Mother' titles that would leave my lips when I screamed or begged.

  He continued to stroke my head, his tears running down his cheeks. I slowly returned to drinking the remainder of the blood, uncaring that I too, was crying.

  It wasn't until I finished that I whispered, "Why couldn't you be my parent, Dad?"

  He looked at me with regret, moving his hand to place it on my tear-stricken cheek. "If only the roles were reversed, my dear. I'd take you away from this place and raise you by my side. You are far too precious to me."

  "Mother says I'm useless. A pitiful disgrace who deserves to be in pain," I mumbled, lowering my gaze to the empty bag. "I want to die, Dad."

  The dungeon was silent and I looked up to his devastated eyes.

  "Sia."

  "I don't think I can survive two more years of this," I earnestly admitted. "I don't care about the pain. I've gotten numb to it. I can handle it...sometimes it’s really bad, but I can still take it. The experiments...guns...electric shocks. I can handle it. But...but," I struggled to continue, my heartbeat picking up just by the thought.

  Father moved his thumb along my left cheek, catching the tear that had left my eye. It brought my gaze back to him and I gathere
d enough courage to continue.

  "I can't deal with any other men, Dad. I'm not dumb. I know about protection. They don't use it. Maybe that's why they hang with Mom. When they do stuff...they say their intentions. I can't. I won't. I don't want children. I'll kill myself if I ever have to bring one into the world because of them. I won't be like Mother," I vowed.

  Even though I'd gotten my cycle super late at the age of fifteen, my mother decided it was the perfect age for intercourse. She didn't care if it was with consent or not, and even though I was a succubus, I would never go that route.

  I wanted a lover who looked at me with the same devotion I gave them. I never wanted to date someone who only needed me for their personal benefit.

  My future lover won’t be a slave like what Mother does. If they don't love me wholeheartedly, I won't give them my all. I won't take halves or quarters. They don't know the pain I've endured.

  I looked my dad right in the eye. "If I'm raped again, Dad, I'll make sure that Mother kills me next time. I'll use every bit of power in me to do it. And if I fail, I'll just kill myself. I know the spell and how to do it." My voice was filled with seriousness.

  "It won't happen again." The depth of resentment in his words made me wonder if he really meant it.