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.
“I’m sure your pretty little head made up a million good reasons and topped them with those gross formaldehyde cherries. Still can’t believe she lets you out of her sight.” “No one ‘lets’ me do stuff or go places,” I point out tiredly. “That’s not how it works, Koen.” “If you were mine, it would.…
It’s always a pleasure to see you. And how kind of you, to bring me the halfling.” I glance at Koen, puzzled. “The what?” “We have stories in the north. Legends, ballads. Ancient stuff about children born of Weres and Humans. Weres and Vampyres, too. We call them halflings.” “Halflings.” I taste the word, then…
“What a joy. To speak with you. To be with you.” What. The. Fuck. “I mean, sure. You should feel lucky, but . . . do I know you?” He straightens further, whispering something that ends up swallowed by the breeze and the waves. Slowly, he stands, holding out his hand. When I change my…
To me, it all sounds like nonsense. But I can smell Koen’s rage. It runs so deep, I have to make the conscious choice not to step away from him. “Constantine is dead,” he spits out. “That he is,” the boy agrees with his widest smile yet, a grin of undiluted joy, and I realize…
Koen’s mouth twitches. “Constantine’s dead, no doubt about it. But he was the leader of a very destructive group.” “Another Alpha?” “Nothing like that. But some considered him a prophet.” I chew on my lower lip, mulling it over. “I didn’t know Weres have cults.” “Everybody has cults. They’re the weeds of sentient civilization. And…
“Let me guess,” Koen drawls, “Xabier and the giant pole that lives up his rectum had a bad dream and convinced Anneke that I was a step away from eloping with Serena and becoming a deadbeat Alpha, so you followed them here to make sure I didn’t dissolve them in battery acid.” Karolina tries not…
“Serena. I’d shake your hand, but . . .” “Understood.” “Now that we’ve exchanged friendship bracelets,” Koen says, “can we move on with our day?” He makes to stand, but I push him back down with a firm hand on his shoulder. “Not until I’m done, buddy.” I step around to work on the other…
“He’s horny as fuck,” Amanda says, taking pity on me. “At the mercy of his own lustful concupiscence. Probably jerks off every three hours. I assume you were about to say that?” I was not. In fact, I was thinking about last night, about his hands on me, and wondering, If Koen wants to .…
Except, being barred from relationships cannot be an easy decision to make, especially at fifteen. And . . . why did he not tell me? The first time we met, he informed me that I was his mate, but he never mentioned the covenant. This conversation is not an invitation. Even when I clumsily asked…
Serena: Don’t walk into the lake without first feeding Sparkles. How is my boy, by the way? Misery: Last I checked his intestines were happy and productive. He may look like an overgrown hamster, but he sure shits like a lion. Serena: Fantastic. Since your intellectual curiosity is clearly at its peak, can you find…