Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
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.
“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…
“Not here.” “Oh?” I bite into my thumbnail. “It’s a very small space, Serena, and you are . . . Your scent destroys my focus. It’s better if we’re not too alone.” He leads me to the green area behind the building, past the playhouse that must have been installed for Sem’s youngest patients. The…
“It’s okay, Saul, I- “ “Maybe later we can discuss that werecrab thing?” I frown. “You seemed pretty opposed thirty minutes ago.” “Well, I had to. You know how Amanda and Koen are.” “And how’s that?” “Sticks in the mud. Unimaginative. But the werecrab thing has potential. And I’ve been thinking of writing a book,…
But I’m getting sleepy. And he is, too. And then the fever starts. Every single time he sets a hand to his cock, he will have this moment in his mind. IGO TO MY ROOM, AND WE BOTH KNOW WHAT FOR. Just like we both know what it means when I come back flushed and…
“Last night,” he says against my cheekbone, “you fell asleep, and I couldn’t stop thinking about your fingers. How they’d been between your legs. How I could have licked them.” I squeeze my eyes shut. Imagine how difficult this must be for him. “What does . . . celibacy. What does it mean?” He stares…
“I want to give you what you need so badly,” I say. His large hand strokes down my hair, soothing me and himself. I burrow into him and feel him shiver in response. “I know that you took an oath. And I know that this is doomed. But . . . Koen. There is very…
I want to offer him some help with that. But . . . wouldn’t it just make things worse? “I’m sorry,” I say, and I am. I’m sorry for everything. “That’s okay.” He sighs. Somehow, gathers me even closer. “I’ve never been less sorry about a thing.” Koen kisses me on the forehead. His hold…
“Yes, it does. Usually in wolf form.” “But I’m . . .” I point at myself. I’m not in wolf form seems a redundant statement. “Breakthrough heats are not unheard of in human form, either. I’ve been practicing for about ten years, and I’ve had several patients like you, triggered by all sorts of things.”…
“Well, yes. Is that something you’re interested in?” I used to be. Funnily enough, when I thought I was a Human orphan, the idea of having a child was magic: someone who might share my DNA. Someone to take care of. I used to picture it like a do- over of sorts: my child would…
“Yeah. Just thinking.” “No, I mean . . . You were seeing Sem first thing in the morning. You’re not dying or something, are you?” I blink at her, and all at once I’m not quite sure how to breathe, or speak, or interact with the world surrounding me. It’s like I’ve been locked in…