Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
Kasmine dreams of freedom from her controlling stepbrother, Alpha Kester, who rules every part of her life. On her twenty-first birthday, she hopes to find her true mate and escape—but fate betrays her cruelly. Her destined mate is Kester himself, the man she fears most… and he’ll stop at nothing to make her his forever.
The ache in my chest turned into something raw that made me want to turn around and sob against his mouth. Because as broken as this was, as twisted and wrong as so much of it had been… this was the man I kept forgetting lived underneath all the chaos. The man who loved so…
Then he took another slow step toward me as if he wasn’t close enough. His voice became so gentle that it felt like he was explaining something to a frightened child. “And when I found out that you didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter, and you weren’t stopping to think straight… to see…
That was her name. It was a beautiful name. And the fact that our names started with the same letter made me believe that we were meant to be friends. She was really young. So, I’d protect her. If someone ever tried to be mean to her, I’d stop them. I’m small for my age,…
“You’re not even a little concerned?” he asked, and I heard his voice tightening, “She’s threatening to leave because of you!” he snapped, “Because of that ridiculous pairing the Moon Goddess forced… because you’re refusing to reject your stepsister!” “I don’t give a fuck if she’s my stepsister. She’s mine. She was always mine. Too…
“Sir, where should we place the electronics?” one of them asked when we entered the living room. My eyes scanned the place. She must be in her room. “Set everything on the dining table. Food, too. Don’t mix the snacks with the tech-use your damn heads.” “Yes, Alpha. The rest of them kept unloading: three…
Maybe Mum will ask how I cracked the eggs without dropping shells in it. Maybe Dad will ask for a second plate. Maybe… I poured the eggs into the pan and watched them sizzle, the smell filling the space slowly, like something warm creeping up behind me. I stood there in my socks, on tiptoes…
It stared into me as if recognizing something ancient and stronger. Then it whimpered, backed away, and sat obediently. “Good boy,” I murmured as I stepped inside, brushing dust off my jacket sleeve. The air inside was too warm. Melissa had been baking something-cookies, maybe. Something sweet and safe and homemade. I inhaled it like…
“Kester. If you love me like you say you do… don’t hurt Melissa. Please.” I felt something splinter in my chest, like old wood. Goddamn it. She could undo me anytime she wanted. She held so much power over me, and I didn’t know if I should be happy or worried about it. I turned…
“Uhm… I’ll try. I don’t know… She’s quite younger than me. Won’t it feel… Awkward?” I asked, crinkling my nose, and Norlan laughed. “Of course not. Making friends who are younger than you doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you both like each other and enjoy each other’s company.” I nodded slowly. Maybe I…
“Blaine,” I called, taking another gulp from my glass. He didn’t respond. He just stared, putting up defiance. I hated that sit. That look of a man who hadn’t realized that death was sitting on his shoulders.” My eyes caught a glimpse of the bottle of whiskey, and I was almost out. Fuck. It was…