“Say it like you mean it, darling,” he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, “and I might stop.” * My mother got remarried… and cursed me in the process. I thought moving into this mansion would be the worst part of it. I was wrong. Because living here means living under the same roof with them. The Varkas brothers. Beautiful. Dangerous. Possessive. And absolutely, devastatingly off-limits. They call me “stepsister.” But the way they look at me? The way they touch me? It’s anything but brotherly. There’s something wrong with them. Something not… human. I can feel it in the way their eyes flash when they’re angry. In the way their bodies burn hotter than they should. In the way they move, like predators in the dark. I don’t know what they are. But I know one thing… whatever’s hunting me now, I won’t survive it. Not if I keep letting them close. Not if I keep letting them ruin me with their hands, their mouths, their filthy words. I should run. I should fight. But the truth is… part of me doesn’t want to escape. Because whatever they are… I crave it. And once they claim me, there’s no coming back. One more thing… All three of them touch me, all three of them make me feel things, but there’s one in particular… One… * AUTHOR’S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn't a sweet romance kind of book. It’s dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, “Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt.” But if this is not, then…
In her past life, she was framed by her scumbag ex and stepsister, destroyed in reputation, abandoned by everyone, and died with endless resentment. Reborn, she kicked the scumbag away and married a cold, paranoid, disabled tycoon. Everyone thought she would be tortured to death within three months. But the tycoon doted on her like a princess, fiercely protecting her and cruelly defeating those who wronged her. The world sneered: “He’s in a wheelchair all year—he can’t possibly make her happy.” The tycoon stood up gracefully: “Who said I can’t?” She secretly rubbed her waist, begging softly: “Honey, can I take a day off tonight…”
At a gathering, someone asked my fiancé, “If she weren’t here, would you get back with your ex?” After a brief silence, he answered, “Yes.” All eyes turned to me, waiting for a scene. Instead, I smiled—and started clapping. “If you can’t let her go, I’ll step aside,” I said lightly. Then I canceled the engagement and walked away without looking back. He thought I was just being dramatic. Certain I loved him too much to ever leave, certain I would never give up being his wife. But this time, I didn’t come back. Later, at my wedding— to his cold, untouchable lawyer uncle— he showed up like a madman, eyes bloodshot. “Come with me. Let’s run away.” Before I could speak, a hand pulled me close. “Try that again,” the man beside me said coldly, “and you won’t like what happens next.”
The marriage between their families was the talk of the high society. On a stormy night, she was being followed, trapped between life and death… and her fiancé was busy celebrating another woman's birthday. Heartbroken, she resolved to break off the engagement. But on the eve of her decision, a man knocked at her door. Moonlight poured over the frost-covered ground, cold and serene. His dark eyes fixed on her, voice low yet tender: “The family isn’t just him. There’s me too.” “I’m here to honor the engagement.” He was the head of the family, a young business tycoon with an empire spanning the nation. Known for his cold, distant demeanor, untouched by romance… yet only he knew of the little girl he had loved for fifteen years. In countless quiet nights, he had burned with jealousy over his own nephew—mad with envy. Later, the unfaithful fiancé called drunk, begging for reconciliation. Leaning back in bed, he glanced at the girl beside him, eyes shimmering, teeth marks on his collarbone hinting at unspoken desire. His voice lazy, teasing: “Looking for your auntie in the middle of the night, nephew? What’s the matter?”
(It's completed! Thank you to every reader who follows this book and everyone who was moved by Zoe's story. I hope we can all achieve the future we desire!) A lone alpha lost his destined queen in a savage border raid. Her passing became the pack’s eternal wound—each year the wolves gather in silence beneath a moon painted black. Five years on, the mark on his soul flares again—this time for the last person he expected: the younger sister of the woman whose ghost still rules every heartbeat. Whispers rise like winter fog: she was the reason the beloved heir leapt into death’s jaws; she should have been the one never to return. She has grown up invisible, a pale echo of a brighter star, bearing the weight of every unspoken wish that the grave had chosen differently. She dreamed that a mate’s eyes might finally see her, not the silhouette behind her. Instead she finds the same mirror of grief—and when he flinches, her last hope cracks. One word, sharp as broken ice, severs the bond before it can tighten. He lets her walk away, telling himself it is mercy. Then the ground shifts: buried lies surface, guilt turns inside-out, and the alpha understands how completely he was wrong. He races against rumor and remorse, chasing the flicker of a second chance. But the wolf he rejected has learned to sing her own song beneath stranger moons—and she is no longer sure the path home ends with him.
*18+ content included!* also trigger warnings for sensitive topics If you are looking for a story with a submissive, all-forgiving female lead, this is not the novel for you. ***** She smirks, before asking “do you like that, my little mate?”. I’m too far gone to even care about the “little” part now, all I want is her tongue back where it was a second ago. “Yes..” I manage to breathe out, before she licks it again, and shortly wraps her lips around my tip. F*ck. I moan, shivering when she pulls back. “Say please, my little mate” she taunts, her eyes still glued to mine and her hand still pleasuring me. “Please Lola” I breathe out. And just like that, she wraps her mouth around the tip, before taking in my c*ck until it hits the back of her throat. We both moan loudly, and I close my eyes momentarily in pure ecstasy. I almost whimper when she pulls it out again to say “look at me while I please you”. I comply immediately, and she grins before continuing her delicious torture. Her other hand moves to play with my balls and I know I’m not going to last long. I’m panting and moaning like a hot mess, when I hear Lola’s moaning increase. I quickly avert my eyes back to Lola’s, not wanting to risk her to stop as I am so close to coming undone now. I can’t believe this is all happening. “I… I’m cumming” I croak out, when I feel I’m about to topple over. She pulls her mouth off, and immediately places my c*ck between her perfect breasts. Goddess this is hot. I move up and down slowly, as my cum starts to cover her breasts. “F*ck you are perfect” I breathe out in between my pants and moans. Lola is moaning louder and louder, as she is probably on the verge as well. ***** Lola is an omega within the Red Dagger pack. She was found as a baby abandoned in the woods by her adoptive mother, who has long passed by now. Lola is not your typical submissive she wolf. She is sassy, with anger issues bubbling just beneath the surface. With her curvy body, blonde hair and green eyes she is the total opposite of all the other wolves appearance wise. And as a result, is treated like an outcast after her best friend Chris – the alpha heir – turns on her without warning as young children. Ignored by almost everyone and bullied and beaten by her former best friend and his gang daily, Lola long awaits the day and year she turns 18 when she gets her wolf and is able to finish high school to leave Red Dagger. All she has to do is withstand one more schoolyear of it all, despite the constant desire to fight back and the struggles to reign in her anger. But what happens when the bucket runs over and her restraint finally snaps? What happens when she faces off those who have tormented her for years, thinking she is a weak little girl, although she has been secretly training hard for years on her own? As the story unfolds, she will come across those who desire her as well as her fated mates – the Lycan princes. Lola has never wanted a mate and after all betrayals is reluctant to trust anyone anymore – but will she let any of them in eventually? And what happens when her wolf is revealed and her origins are questioned when she gains special powers? Will she find her happy ever after with a mate, her fated mates, or stay alone?
