Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
Phoebe thought running into the woods would finally end her misery. Then she met Perry — the Mad King every wolf fears. He’s cruel, obsessive, and terrifying… yet somehow the only person who’s ever made her feel protected. But when her past comes hunting her again, Phoebe realizes loving Perry might cost her soul — or crown her Queen.
Phoebe’s POV I bolted through the forest, my lungs burning with each desperate breath. My legs shrieked in agony, begging me to stop, but I couldn’t afford to slow down. They were closing in. Getting caught meant certain death. *Phoebe! Get back here!* My father’s furious voice slammed into my mind through the pack link.…
I wasn’t among the lucky ones. So I endured every blow from Cameron, Kevin, and Reginald without relief. “Oh, Phoebe. You have no idea what hell looks like.” Kevin’s laugh held no warmth. “These past few days were just a warm-up. Until you tell me Viola’s location, I’ll make your existence far worse than this.…
“This can’t be happening…” I gasped, my legs giving out as I crumpled to the floor. I had nothing left to keep me upright. My first shift was happening right now, and every inch of me screamed in agony. “I refuse this!” Kevin’s snarl cut through the air. His hands clenched into fists at his…
Even those who pitied me refused to get involved. The consequences of crossing the future alpha weren’t worth the risk. My cries lasted for hours, continuing even after he finally left my room. The silent tears that followed seemed endless. Time passed. Today marked the ceremony where Alpha Sterling would step down, passing leadership of…
“Fuck you!” Reginald snarled, but I felt no fear. He could bark all he wanted – he wouldn’t dare touch me. Not after he nearly died six months ago when Kevin caught him trying to kiss me. Only Cameron’s intervention had saved Reginald from being torn apart. “Let me go.” I pushed against him, but…
I swallowed my tears and stopped fighting. I retreated back into my protective shell, numbing everything to shield myself from the coming pain. Then suddenly, strong hands yanked me away from the warriors. Delicious electricity sparked across my skin, and I knew instantly who had grabbed me before I even saw him. My back collided…
I glanced at the bed, wondering how old she was. She looked very young. “There’s talk… actually, I don’t think it’s just talk. They seem certain about it.” “What is it?” “She’s been engaged to the alpha.” Perry’s POV “Engaged? We don’t use that term.” I frowned at Flynn’s choice of words. “What are you…
But I refused to follow Flynn’s suggestion to abandon her, to reject her completely. Why would I? She was mine. From now on, she’d serve only me. That made perfect sense. Our conversation halted when a whimper came from the bed. Phoebe was speaking in her sleep, pleading desperately as she writhed, as if someone…
I observed myself huddled under the shower, scrubbing my skin raw to erase the feeling of his touch, but it never worked. The sensation lingered, gnawing at me. His mocking laughter still echoed in my ears, as if I was reliving the trauma all over again. Another wave of pain dragged me in a different…
As my breath grew shallow and the pain became unbearable, I fought back. This technique always snapped me out of my dissociative episodes. It forced my consciousness back to him. Instinctively, I shoved against his body – the source of all my suffering. But exhaustion weighed me down. The marking ritual had drained me, I…