Naive and shy bookworm William is sent to live with his reclusive billionaire guardian, Jameson Richmond, after the tragic death of his parents. He quickly finds out that not everything at the Richmond estate is as it seems on the surface.
As the pack leader of the Sanguis Clan, Jameson is just the alpha to teach young innocent William the ways of the pack and the carnal pleasures of the flesh.
In less than one month, his life had changed irreversibly and not by choice. William pushed his glasses back up his nose as he walked faster down the empty hallway.
William reached the end of his journey just outside Jameson's library. The door was slightly ajar and he could see two male figures moving against each other in front of the dancing flames of the fireplace. It was the most shocking, the most shameful, the most arousing sight the young innocent man had ever laid eyes upon.
His breath caught in his throat and he dared not breathe as he silently watched Jameson mount Randolph, his right hand man. They were on their hands and knees in front of the fireplace, Randolph's face was twisted in pleasure as Jameson pounded mercilessly into him. William stood, frozen in shock behind the door. His pulse quickened and William silently warred with himself. Shouldn't he turn away? Why couldn't he stop watching them?