"Tell me, Barbie..." Dante's voice was a dark caress, low and sinful as he caged me against the wall. His fingers trailed down my neck, slow and teasing, making my breath hitch. "Are you trying to run from us... or are you waiting for one of us to catch you?" I hated how my body reacted, how warmth curled between my thighs despite the warning bells in my mind. "You're trembling," Dante murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my neck. Knox chuckled, his grip tightening. "You're so soft, Little Moon. So easy to tease. Tell me..." His voice dipped lower, "Are you shaking because you're afraid... or because you're turned on?" A small gasp escaped before I could stop it. Adonis's gaze darkened, his thumb dragging over my bottom lip. "We should punish her for trying to leave," he mused. Dante's smirk was pure sin. "Oh, I have so many ideas." "We could tie her up," Knox added casually, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against my hip. "Make her beg for mercy." Three ruthless Alphas. Her step-uncles. Her fated mates. In her past life, Adonis, Knox, and Dante Logan hated her-tormented her, rejected her, and cast her aside. She died knowing they had never loved her. But fate has given her a second chance. Now, she's running before they realize the truth-that she is their mate. Because once the Logan Alphas find out? They'll never let her go.
AUTUMN POV
The grand hall of the Logan estate was suffocating, the thick air pressing against my skin like an unbearable weight. Every eye in the room was on me-some filled with judgment, others with curiosity. But the worst of them? The three pairs of silver-blue eyes that had once looked at me with love, now burning with cold fury.
Adonis sat in the center, his presence an unmovable force. Knox stood beside him, unreadable, calculating. And Dante... Dante leaned against the table, his fingers drumming lightly, his expression unreadable, but his eyes? They were darker than I'd ever seen them.
Knox unfurled the scroll in his hand, the parchment crinkling as he spoke.
"The evidence speaks for itself." His voice was calm, but his tone carried weight. "And we have testimony."
My breath hitched as the side doors creaked open.
Two figures stepped inside.
I felt the blood drain from my face.
Ivy and Rowan.
My supposed best friends. My confidants. The ones I trusted most.
"No." The word escaped my lips before I could stop it. "No, no, no..."
Ivy wouldn't meet my gaze, her head bowed as she stepped forward. But Rowan? His eyes were steady, cold.
"Speak," Adonis commanded.
Ivy swallowed hard. "I saw Autumn arguing with Thorne three nights ago. She threatened him."
The weight of the accusation crashed into me. My throat clenched. "He was blocking my return to the pack!" My voice wavered, but I forced myself to look them in the eyes. "We argued, yes, but I never threatened his life!"
Rowan stepped forward. "I saw her retrieving herbs from the eastern forest-wolfsbane and nightshade. She said it was for protection, but..."
"But what?" I snapped, my voice sharp, desperate. "You know exactly why I was gathering those herbs! I was helping Healer Willow prepare a salve for the warriors-nothing more!"
His expression didn't waver. "You told me yourself that wolfsbane in high doses is lethal."
I gritted my teeth. "Because it is. That doesn't mean I used it!"
Dante pushed off the table, walking toward me, his pine and smoke scent wrapping around me like a cruel reminder of what I had lost.
He stopped just inches away, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I want to believe you, Little Moon. More than anything."
Little Moon. The nickname he had given me when we were younger.
My heart cracked.
I searched his gaze for the warmth that used to be there. For the protector I had known since childhood.
"Then believe me." My voice wobbled. "Someone is setting me up."
For a moment-just a moment-doubt flickered in his eyes.
Then Adonis slammed his hand on the table. "Enough!"
The sound echoed through the hall, and my body flinched involuntarily.
"The council will deliberate on your punishment."
My lips parted, disbelief washing over me. "What about a fair trial?" My voice rose. "What about justice? Since when do the Logans condemn without a proper investigation?"
Knox stepped closer, tilting his head slightly as he studied me. "You speak of justice while Beta Thorne lies dead? Your dagger in his heart?"
A sharp laugh bubbled out of me-hollow, broken. "A dagger anyone could have taken from my quarters! I was helping Healer Willow all that night-ask her!"
Adonis's voice was cold. "Healer Willow confirms you left her side for over an hour."
An hour?
My stomach dropped.
That wasn't possible.
I hadn't left except to-
Oh gods.
Except to retrieve more supplies from the storage room.
An hour.
That was enough time to commit a murder.
But I hadn't.
I hadn't.
I forced myself to breathe. "There must be someone who saw me in the storage room," I pleaded, desperation clawing at my throat.
Knox arched a brow. "Convenient that the storage room has no windows and only one entrance, which no one passed through during that time."
I shook my head, my pulse roaring in my ears. "Someone is framing me. You know it. You have to know it!"
Dante's jaw tightened. "Who? Who would go to these lengths?"
I met his gaze. "Agatha."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Adonis scoffed, shaking his head. "Again with your jealousy, Autumn?"
I felt sick.
Jealousy. That's what they thought this was?
That was the lie Agatha had spun around me for years.
Since she came into their lives five years ago, she had played the perfect little sister, the fragile victim. She ran to them every time, crying, pointing fingers, weaving her web of deceit so tightly around me that I could no longer breathe.
Every punishment, every cruel word, every time their gazes turned colder-it was all her.
And now, it had gone so far that she had orchestrated a murder and placed the blame on me.
The doors slammed shut with a resounding thud, the echo reverberating through the empty hall.
Everyone was gone.
Everyone except them.
Adonis stood in the center, his broad frame stiff with barely restrained fury. Knox leaned against the long wooden table, arms crossed, silver-blue eyes unreadable. And Dante-Dante rolled a piece of ice between his fingers, his wolf tattoo shifting as he flexed his hand.
My breath came shallow.
I was alone with my mates.
Alone with my executioners.
Adonis's voice was like a blade slicing through the silence. "Take her."
Knox stepped forward first. Before I could react, his hands-so familiar, so warm once-grabbed my wrists, dragging me across the cold floor. My struggles were useless. "Don't fight, Autumn," he said, voice deceptively calm. "You'll only make it worse."
My back hit the wooden bedframe, and in seconds, thick ropes coiled around my wrists and ankles, binding me in place.
No. No. No.
The ropes bit into my skin as I twisted. "Knox, please-"
His grip tightened painfully. "It's Alpha Knox to you now."
My chest heaved. "You used to call me Barbie." My voice cracked.
His silver-blue eyes met mine, something unreadable flickering in their depths. Then, just as quickly, it was gone. "Barbie was innocent," he said simply. "Barbie wasn't a liar."
I wanted to scream.
Wanted to force them to see me.
But then Adonis stepped forward, a smooth, polished stick in his grasp. The phoenix tattoo on his neck flexed with every move he made.
"Your sweet words and that innocent face once had me fooled... had me weak." His grip on the stick tightened, and with one swift strike-crack!
Pain exploded across my wrist.
A strangled yelp tore from my throat.
Adonis smirked, his golden-brown eyes flickering with something dark. "But I was the idiot, wasn't I? You-just a rogue omega-of course, you'd show your true, filthy colors in the end. Deception is in your blood."
"I didn't do it!" I choked out, fighting the burning in my eyes. "Agatha-she's the one who-"
Crack!
Another hit, this time against my forearm. The sting pulsed through my bones, but the betrayal? The betrayal burned worse.
Adonis let out a cold chuckle. "Blaming your stepsister again, Autumn?" He tilted his head. "Gods, it's pathetic at this point."
Knox stepped in, his presence quieter, deadlier. He crouched beside me, pulling out a thick rope-the one he had brought.
His fingers grazed my wrist as he adjusted the bindings. "I kept giving you chances," he murmured, voice low. "Thinking you'd change. That you'd understand. I thought you were a fragile little Barbie doll-something delicate, something breakable."
The rope tightened.
My fingers tingled from the lack of circulation.
I gasped, squirming. "Knox, please-"
His lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes? They held something bitter. "But you?" He gave the rope another harsh tug, making me cry out. "You're nothing but a murderer. A fake doll with a pretty face, hiding a rotten soul."
I begged.
"Uncle, please listen to me just once!"
But then Dante moved.
Dante.
The one I was closest to. The one who never lied-who never forgave those who did.
I turned to him, desperate. "You know me, Dante. You know I wouldn't do this."
His wolf tattoo flexed as he exhaled. "Yeah?" His lips quirked in a humorless smirk. "And yet, here we are."
He stepped closer, rolling the ice between his fingers. "You know what I used to love most about you, Little Moon?" His fingers traced my jaw, tilting my face up.
My breath stilled.
He was so close. Close enough for me to catch the scent of pine and smoke, close enough that if I tilted my head just right-
Then his fingers brushed over my lips, circling them slowly, teasingly.
"These lips..." His voice was dark, laced with something far more dangerous. "Soft. Plump. Sweet."
The ice met my skin, cold and sharp. I shuddered.
"I used to like them." His eyes met mine, a shadow crossing over them. "You know why?"
A small, involuntary whimper left me as the ice slid along my bottom lip.
Dante chuckled. "Because I thought they belonged to a girl with a pure heart. Someone worth craving."
Then, the smirk faded.
And everything changed.
With one cruel movement, he shoved the ice past my lips, forcing it against my tongue.
I gasped, trying to push it out with my tongue, but his fingers clamped over my mouth, trapping the ice inside. Water trickled down my throat, making me choke.
His voice dipped into a taunting whisper against my ear. "But I was wrong, wasn't I?"
Mia's life is spiraling out of control. Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she's desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex's teasing smirk and Sean's quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn't know where to turn-or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.
"I'm not yours, Alexander," she whispered but her voice trembled as his lips nearly touched her lips, the gap between them filled with tension. "You say that," he whispered softly, his breath fanning her lips, "but your body begs to differ." "Say that you don't want this," he whispered in a low growl right before he pressed his lips against hers. 'If you tell me I will stop.' Scarlett Blackwood has always been the one who was left in the shade- the Omega who didn't complete her change, who was overshadowed by her powerful twin sister and elder brother. But now after two years in New York she is not the weak girl that she used to be. Scarlett is a confident woman, a beauty, and in charge of her life with her wolf now awakened and her modeling career taking off. That is, until a family emergency brings her back to Mexico and back into the life she left behind. Alexander Emerson, the cold-hearted leader of the Shadow Pack, has devoted his entire existence to one goal – vengeance. His family was killed by Scarlett's mother and he promised to make the Blackwoods suffer for it. But when he sees Scarlett again, he undergoes a change of heart. She has changed and is not the shy girl he once met and on top of that, she is his destined mate. Caught between his desire for revenge and the undeniable passion for the woman he is fated to be with, Alexander is faced with a choice-will he give in to his lust and take his revenge or will he give in to the passion and love he feels for the woman he has been fated to be with?
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"Are you all right?" Arya's voice was so soft. "Arya? What happened? Why am I here?" The questioning tone that escaped Eloise's lips seemed to surprise Arya, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed. The look on her surprised face was so obvious that it made Eloise wonder if she had said the wrong thing. But when she blinked her eyelids, Arya saw a change in Eloise's facial expression. This novel is about Eloise and Arya, a married couple whose lives were turned upside down when Eloise was possessed by the ghost Gracy, who previously loved her husband Arya, a software engineer. But why did Gracy choose Eloise's body to complete her unfull fill sex desire and take avenge of her death from Arya. Will he be able to save Eloise and put an end to Gracy's vengeance if he just has twenty days?
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
"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?"
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.