Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
Ten years after being exiled for betraying her family, **Seraphina** rushes to the hospital after learning her estranged father has been attacked. Her brother’s hatred reignites old wounds, blaming her for destroying their family. But when her dying father asks to see “his daughter,” Seraphina must face a devastating truth—and the past she’s tried to forget.
I surfaced once, gasped, then the next surge dragged me under. My lungs burned, limbs thrashing against the pull. A familiar terror stole over me in the spinning blue-an old memory of pain, of surrender. ‘Not again! Not again!’ Then hands gripped me, strong and unyielding-nothing like the cruel hands that had once shoved me…
And then I kissed her. The dream didn’t hold back-it filled in everything I’d forced myself to bury. The heat of her mouth, the tremor in her fingers as she clutched my shirt, the way her breath hitched when I pressed her against the door of the room she’d been standing in front of. We…
“That’s it?” His voice was low, roughened from sleep. “That’s your only reaction? To tell me to talk to our son?” My chin lifted, jaw set. “What else should I say?” His nostrils flared. “What do you expect me to do? Weep? Beg? Throw myself at you? You once said Celeste was the only woman…
The twisting in my chest sharpened and deepened. My mother followed my gaze, then returned her eyes to me, sharper now. “He adores her,” she said simply. “That child hasn’t smiled like that in weeks.” “She’s his mother,” I replied, my voice coming out slightly hoarse. She nodded and remarked casually, almost conversational, “Seraphina raised…
Musha Cay was supposed to be paradise. Tonight, it felt like purgatory. SERAPHINA’S POVED I woke to the muted hush of the ocean. The sound was steady, rhythmic, as though the entire island breathed in and out in sync with me. For a moment, I lay still on the wide, soft bed, the gauzy curtains…
I should have walked out at that moment. She was finally asleep; she didn’t need me hovering. Still, I lingered in the doorway, drinking her in. Ten years married to her, and I’d never really looked at her like this. I’d stolen glances before, yes, but I’d been a little blind back then-too wrapped up…
When I opened it, he was there-impossibly put-together in dark jeans and a black shirt, his hair just slightly mussed like he’d run his hands through it on the way over. “You’re ready?” he asked, his voice clipped but not unfriendly. I swung my bag over my shoulder, tugging my suitcase behind me. “Almost.” He…
The look in his eyes softened. “You could never let me down, Lucian.” The tension left his shoulders, and for a fleeting second, he seemed almost…human, not the inscrutable, confident Alpha I’d grown used to seeing. Then he leaned in, closing the small space between us. Before I could process, his lips brushed mine in…
“You’ll feel better after you sleep,” he added, and when I didn’t immediately close my eyes, he sighed and brushed his thumb across my knuckles. The gesture was so gentle, so startlingly intimate, it felt like a wound opening. And then his phone rang. The sharp sound cut through the quiet of the cabin, shattering…
“I don’t need-“ “This isn’t about need,” he said, his gaze locking with mine, unwavering. “It’s about making sure nothing happens to you. Or to Daniel. I’m not trusting anyone else with that.” Heat crept up my neck, not from embarrassment but from the sheer nerve of him thinking I couldn’t handle myself. But I…