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Serena Paris, the first Human-Were hybrid, was meant to unite divided species—but instead, she’s become their greatest target. Hunted by ruthless Vampyres and rival packs, she turns to the formidable Alpha Koen Alexander for protection. Yet as danger closes in and secrets from her past resurface, even Koen’s power may not be enough to save her.
“Why?” I draw up my knees. Cover myself. “Just the side effect of being the short, busty sidekick to a tall, elegant, cypress-like princess creature.” My cheeks are hot. “It’s nice, I guess. That you’re not disappointed in the way I look.” “Disappointed?” “Yeah. I mean, it could have shaken out in a different .…
“He’s more my family than- “ “Serena!” Amanda runs inside the room, naked, covered in blood and other unidentifiable fluids that should never be found outside a body. “Are you okay?” I frantically inspect her limbs. “Yes.” She grins. Saul bumps her hip with his muzzle, looking just as worried. “Come on, you guys. This…
She smiles, but her eyes are shiny. “I was so out of it, I couldn’t sound the alarm, and- “ “Believe me, you did everything you could. I would hug you to underscore my point, but the idea of touching anyone who isn’t- Well, I’d rather not. Let’s do it after the injection.” Layla bites…
“The thing is . . . We need him, too. The Northwest needs Koen precisely because of everything I just told you. And that’s why I’m not going to tell a soul.” Her lips, I realize, are quivering. “No one will ever know where he’ll spend the next few days. He’ll be yours for a…
Too lovely, maybe. I lift my fists. “Right or left?” He snorts. “Fuck this losing game.” “Do you really want to renounce one of two prizes, both of inestimable cash value- “ He takes my left fist, gently peels my fingers back, and holds my eyes as he brings my palm to his mouth and-…
“I don’t know. I . . . I . . .” I cannot look at Koen. Don’t want to. “I’m sad. And I’m . . . I’m so angry, and you don’t even- She was my mother, the only person who ever cared about me, and you don’t even remember if you fucking killed her…
“How will I know that the letter is real?” “You won’t. You’re going to have to make a decision, but you are an intelligent girl, thanks to your parents. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” The letter is not addressed to me. It’s the first thing I notice- the Dear Irene in unexpectedly round, neat…
His expression remains closed, jaw set, chest heaving in slow breaths. A wave of nausea grabs me by the throat. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry- “There is no need to cry, dear.” Irene pats my shoulder. “We are just chatting. Let me guess- you feel guilt because of the history between your father and Koen’s…
I’m a hybrid and your murderous prophet dude had shit to do with random genetic changes that lead to interspecies reproductive compatibility off my tongue. “In that case, I’ll be heading home now.” “You are welcome to do so- “ I whirl around. “- but I thought you might want to visit with me. I…
“You are too young to remember- “ “But I’ve been told. Is it a lie that Constantine targeted the Northwest leadership and killed thousands?” Her mouth curves in a displeased line. “Did they tell you why? Did they explain that Constantine won the challenge against their Alpha, but the Northwest refused to allow him to…