Three alphas forced to unite to defend their territory–fated to a she-wolf with starlight in her eyes and destiny in her blood. All my life, I thought I was the only one. Not a wolf. Not a woman. Just some freak in between. A mistake. A monster. Abomination. Abandoned and dismissed. Shunned and forgotten. Until they find me. Ewan. Lucian. Soren. Men and wolves. Three possessive alpha wolf shifters, so sure Lady Fate built me for them and them for me that they steal me away in the dead of night. Give me food, clothing, and a home of my own.Crown me queen of their new pack.But this pack is a mess, nothing but a bunch of alphas fighting for control. They hate sharing me almost as much as they despise each other. No teamwork. No camaraderie. No support–just ego and competition. I'll show them. Being an alpha isn't just about mating, marking, and starting a bloodline... It's so much more. After a lifetime in the forest, I don't know much about this shifter business, but I know how to be wild. It's time for my stubborn fated mates to remember what we are... Wolves.Because if we don't embrace the wild in our bones, we'll lose everything to the rivals sniffing at our borders–and the ancient evil lurking right under our noses. The Bloodline trilogy is a why-choose wolf shifter romance that features fated mates but not insta-love.
"Soren, get off your fucking phone."
"That's rich-coming from you." Slumped on his barstool across the table, the blond wolf shifter kept his eyes on the screen, thumbs flying. "I'm in the middle of a conversation."
Lucian leaned over to steal a peek, moss-green gaze briefly illuminated by the phone's max brightness setting.
"He's texting his mum," the Brit growled, settling back in his seat with a flick of his eyebrow, followed by a huge chug of stout. I stared at him for a beat, just waiting for the leather-clad wolf to take it back, but when he slapped his mug down and smeared the bubbles from his beard, I closed my eyes and sucked down a deep, calming breath.
Of course Soren was texting his mom. Of fucking course.
Sat in a pub at the crest of the southern wastes in our newly combined territory, a franchised location that had branched off from the wildly successful Farrow's Pub in Soren's lake tourism empire, conversations all around us but silence at this hipster barrel-top table, three stubborn alphas tucked away in the corner...
Of course he was talking to his mom instead of us.
Fuck me. I could have gotten so much work done in the two hours our asses had been stuck in these stupid chairs, all hard angles and aesthetically pleasing but grossly underwhelming in terms of comfort. Not like the biggest season of the year for Redwood Grove was about to kick off or anything-the one that would rake in the serious cash. Nope. I was here, not talking and nursing a weak bourbon while Lucian drank the entire pub dry and Soren texted his mom.
Could this night suck any harder?
I cleared my throat, fingers coiled loosely around the glass tumbler, its ice nearly gone, the bourbon too cheap to actually enjoy. "You were the one who planned this-"
"Yeah, because it's how normal wolves bond." Dressed in a navy button-up patterned with tiny pineapples, Soren Acker was the preppiest of our surly trio, going so far as to rock a pair of dark khaki shorts like it was still the height of summer and not late September. He swept a hand through his dirty-blond locks, smoothing back that long on the top, shaved on the sides cut. "They go to the bar and drink a lot, share stories, talk, laugh, scope out the females, and then go for a run." He finally clicked the little button on the top of his phone, then set it on the table, his bottle of Belgian beer downed ages ago and not a refill in sight. "But you two..." The alpha's pointed glance between Lucian and me had my inner wolf's hackles rising. "You two antisocial assholes managed to turn this into a night of drinking and staring at the table, so I figured no one would notice if I stared at my phone instead."
For fuck's sake. I kept my fucking phone out of sight despite it buzzing away in my fucking pocket all night long-
I bit the insides of my cheeks, consciously trying to soothe my inner wolf. Of this new pack, he and I had the biggest issue with Soren and his wolf, but no surprise there. Close in age with an original territory that was established and self-sufficient without mine, he was direct competition.
A palpable threat.
We were all alphas, sure, but the innate need to seize top spot, claim the pack throne for ourselves, didn't go away just because as men we had combined three neighboring territories into a massive new one.
And blaming me-plus Lucian, but we had known the English bastard wouldn't say more than five words total going into this disaster-for the failure of this pathetic attempt at bonding was horseshit.
Just as I was about to snarl something back, Lucian guzzled the rest of his stout. Noisily. Aggressively. All of it in one go, looking more like a Viking tossing back a horn of mead than a modern-day shifter, a lone wolf, a solitary alpha from England who had somehow ended up in our neck of the Canadian wilderness fuck only knew when. According to Soren's dad, one day the silent, brooding wolf was just there, content to live alone in a log cabin deep in his territory within the western woods, distant and unobtrusive, barely noticed by the rest of us. Sure, he was still an alpha, huge and terrifying to behold, but not a personal threat.
Yet the way he pounded his empty mug down, green eyes flitting between me and Soren, sober and in control, annoyingly calm, quashed what would have been one of many heated exchanges between us.
"Let's run."
My inner wolf whined, animosity forgotten at the thought of finally running again, free and unchecked, wild to the bone. I grimaced, fighting the way his excitement reverberated through me, adrenaline suddenly spiked and hands slapped with a giddy tremor. It had been way too long since I unleashed the beast, and my inner wolf, my companion for life, had grown surly and frustrated as the summer dragged on. Unfortunately, my life needed the man right now: logical, cautious, calculated, focused. The wolf had to be caged to survive and thrive this first year as a one-third alpha of a new pack, with a huge new territory and new businesses to manage.
Tonight, the man just wanted whatever the hell this was to be over, so, fuck it-time to run.
Soren tapped his phone screen and squinted into the light. "It's barely nine o'clock-"
"Good enough," I growled, then shot back the remainder of this shit whiskey and stood. Seconds later, more chair legs scraped across the plank- wood flooring, the others rising and tossing cash onto the table to pay for our tab. Despite owning this territory, it was still a human's world; supernatural and shifter communities remained in the shadows, secret and the stuff of folklore, outnumbered but never overpowered, living alongside them but not with them. The best way to really make it was to buy shit: buildings, restaurants, spas, land.
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
Accused of murder, Sylvia Todd's mother was deemed a traitor by the entire pack, condeming Sylvia to live the rest of her life alone in humiliation as a lowly slave. All she wanted to do was to prove her mother's innocence somehow, but fate never seemed to be on the side of the traitor's daughter. Still, Sylvia never lost hope. As the future lycan king of all werewolves, Rufus Duncan possessed great power and status, but he had an inexplicable reputation for being cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless. Unbeknownst to everyone, he had been cursed long ago to transform into a killer monster on every full moon. Even though fate did not always look upon the two, it brought Sylvia and Rufus together as each other's destined mates. Will justice be served for Sylvia's mother? What about Rufus' secret? Can Sylvia and Rufus defy all societal norms and stay together? Will these two unlucky souls have their happy ending?
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.