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.
Something prickled at the back of my mind. “Lockwood blood?” He nodded. “You keep fighting as if you’re an outsider who has to learn from scratch. But that instinct-you already have it. You’re resisting your own nature.” I snorted. “You’re joking, right?” No way my brother was suggesting I had some innate fighting instinct when…
His laugh was short, cutting. “Don’t flatter yourself. You never deserved courtesies from me.” And then his voice dropped, the amusement vanishing like smoke, replaced by familiar loathing. “Just like you never deserved Brett.” The name struck like a slap. My nails dug into the leather wheel, but I tilted my head, painting my expression…
We’ll be assisting with your stay.” “Alpha Thomas, Cypress Vale,” he introduced smoothly, his voice carrying the timbre of someone who was used to being listened to but not obsessed with being obeyed. “Thank you for hosting us.” Behind him, his wolves-obviously strong, but refreshingly unpretentious-bowed their heads politely. They smelled faintly of pine resin…
Dinner with Maya was the first true pause I’d had in days. Both of us too exhausted to go home and bother with cooking, we sat tucked into a corner booth of the OTS dining hall, where the scent of roasting lamb mingled with garlic and rosemary. A steady hum of voices filled the space-students,…
My gut twisted. “Yeah,” I gritted out. “Pretty damn convenient.” My mind whirred, desperately looking for a solution. Then I caught a familiar face in the crowd. I didn’t hesitate. “Leo!” The wiry Moss Stone wolf broke off from the crowd, moving toward us with quick strides. His sharp eyes flicked between me, Judy, and…
Her head dipped. “I’m sorry for judging you without knowing you.” “Hey,” She looked up, and I held her gaze, something soft blooming in my chest. “Maybe you had the wrong impression before. But you’re willing to see past that to the real me.” I smiled. “That matters more” The air between us shifted, lighter,…
“Interesting,” I murmured, my gaze remaining fixed on Sera. “Interesting?” Maya barked out a laugh. “That woman’s going to eat Jessica alive if she keeps this up. And about damn time, too.” She punched my arm lightly, her grin feral. “You were right to bring her here, Lucian. She’s one of us now.” I didn’t…
The Nightfang dungeon was not meant for comfort. Stone walls sweated dampness, the air thick with mildew and the metallic tang of blood. Every sound-the drip of water, the clank of chains, the scuff of boots on stone-echoed with an ominous life of its own. The torches cast long, quivering shadows across the walls, turning…
I dragged a hand over my face, exhaling hard. My rage still simmered, hot and raw, but beneath it churned confusion I couldn’t shake. Why Sera? Jack’s words replayed in my head, each one a needle stuck in my brain. She’s weak. Wolfless. Convenient. It made no sense. If the rogues wanted leverage against Edward,…
What made him special was that he didn’t give up. Even when he didn’t have a pack, even when everyone thought he was nothing, he proved them wrong.” His little hand came up, pressing to his chest. “You always tell me that heroes aren’t the strongest ones- they’re the ones who refuse to quit. And,…