Alex thought she had left the past behind-the nightmares, the blood, the thing that should have killed her but didn't. She built a life of normalcy, burying the truth in the silence of her own mind. But when she steps into the towering empire of Damon Stark, the enigmatic CEO with a presence as commanding as the night itself, normal begins to unravel. There is something about him-something that calls to her, pulls at her in ways she can't explain. A dangerous magnetism, a whisper of something ancient and untamed. But as her world begins to spiral, secrets rise from the shadows. A gruesome discovery. A devastating truth. A monster in the city, leaving carnage in its wake. And at the center of it all-Damon. As obsession and fate intertwine, Alex is drawn into a war older than time itself. A war where she is more than just a bystander. Where bloodlines, curses, and dark magic weave a destiny she never asked for. Because some monsters are born. Others are made. And some... are awakened.
The wind howled, a feral cry that rattled the old window panes of Alex's room. She was six, an only child, nestled deep in the warmth of her bed.
Downstairs, a sharp crack shattered the night's stillness, followed by the hollow clatter of wood against the floor. Frigga, Alex's mother, stirred, her breath catching in her throat. Fear, cold and sharp, pricked her skin.
She moved with a quiet urgency, her bare feet silent on the cold floorboards. In the hallway, the moonlight revealed a trail of shattered picture frames, their glass glittering like malevolent stars.
A gasp escaped her lips. A break-in? Her heart pounded against her ribs.
Frigga rushed to Alex's room, her sanctuary. The door swung open, revealing Alex, a small, peaceful figure amidst the chaos.
The windows were flung wide, their hinges groaning in the wind, a chilling counterpoint to Alex's gentle breathing. A wave of relief washed over Frigga, quickly followed by a prickle of unease.
She moved to close the windows, her gaze drawn to the darkness beyond. A shape lurked in the distance, indistinct, yet undeniably there.
It was large, a dark mass against the pale moonlight. And it was watching her. Frigga's breath hitched. A primal fear gripped her.
She slammed the windows shut, the latch clicking with a finality that offered little comfort.
Turning, she meant to find Lucas, her husband. But a flash of lightning illuminated the room, revealing a figure beside Alex's bed. Shadowy, impossibly tall, with eyes that burned with an eerie, yellow light.
A scream tore from Frigga's throat, a raw, desperate sound that ripped through the night.Lucas burst into the room, his heart hammering in his chest.
Frigga lay on the floor, her lifeblood staining the worn rug. A gaping wound marred her throat, her arms slashed and torn. He caught a glimpse of something, a dark form, a flicker of yellow eyes, before it crashed through the window, shattering the glass like brittle ice.
He dropped to his knees, his rifle clattering uselessly to the floor. Frigga's breath rattled in her chest, a desperate, fading sound. He cradled her in his arms, his own tears blurring his vision, until her struggles ceased, and the weight of her death settled upon him like a crushing stone.
Alex remained on the bed, her small body rigid. The scene before her, the raw, brutal violence, had frozen her solid. No tears, no screams, only a chilling silence. Inside, a storm of terror raged, a silent scream trapped in her throat.
The funeral was a blur, a somber procession of grief and disbelief. Then came the police, their questions sharp and skeptical. Lucas's account, of a creature, a werewolf, met with raised eyebrows and thinly veiled condescension. "A werewolf, Mr. Vermont?" the officer had asked, his voice laced with doubt. "In this day and age?"
Lucas's grief turned to a burning determination. He would prove them wrong. He plunged into a world of dusty tomes and forgotten lore. He spent countless nights hunched over ancient texts, his eyes burning with fatigue, his mind consumed by the legend of the Lycanthrope.
Greek myths, folklore, whispered tales of men cursed to transform into monstrous beasts. He read of their strength, their ferocity, their insatiable hunger.
He learned of their weakness, of silver, of the blood of their kin. He became obsessed, his grief fueling a relentless pursuit of the truth.
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?
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
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."
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."