T.C. Wolfé

I was never meant to have a choice. My father’s sins became my burden the day he sold me to clear his debt. One moment, I was free, the next, I stood on a stage, auctioned off like property in the black market, a million-dollar price tag hanging over my head. And then he saw me through the tiny screen of his phone. He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t bat an eye to make a decision. With one simple bid, I became his. Kael Aslanov, ruthless, untouchable, a man as feared as he is desired. He calls me his little muse, a doll, a fragile thing meant to be dressed up, paraded, and played with at his whim. To him, I am not a person, but a possession. A toy for his amusement. A caged bird meant to sing only for him. I should hate him. And I do. I hate his control, his cruel games, the way he twists my mind until I no longer know what’s real. I hate how he pushes me to the edge just to watch me fall, only to catch me at the last second, whispering promises that taste like poison. But what I hate the most… is how much I want him. Because every touch burns. Every whisper breaks me. Every glance from those piercing eyes unravels the fight in me, thread by thread. He is my captor, my tormentor, my nightmare, and yet, in his arms, I feel something I shouldn’t. Something dangerous. Desire. And that might just be my biggest mistake of all.

One reckless night. A wild, unforgettable fling. No strings attached, no regrets, just pure pleasure and unadulterated bliss. I mean, why not? I’m young, a little bit bold, and living life on my own terms, even if it means making a few reckless choices along the way. That’s how life is supposed to be, right? We all have our messy moments, don’t we? Especially when your life is shaped by the aftermath of a broken home and still not over it. For a while, it’s easy, or as I pretended to be. I love my freedom and having no commitments to anyone. Then he walked in. A man who gave me the most electrifying night of my life. It was supposed to be simple. Just a night, no consequences, no promises. I never expected to see him again. Until I did. At my mother’s engagement party. Because the man that I was supposed to forget wasn’t just any man. Dax Trevino was a sin I should’ve walked away from. A single, catastrophic mistake carved into my skin. A man whose taste I should have never known from the very start, not even in those desperate, trembling moments inside a forgotten motel room. Because Dax… is my mother’s fiancé’s brother. My soon-to-be step-uncle. Oh, hell. Now, every stolen glance, every shared space, is a ticking bomb waiting to explode. And the worst part? I don’t know if I want to stop it.

Washed off ashore with no bearing memories of where she came from. Ocean, or at least what they named her after not being able to recall even her name. However, she didn't expect to stray to a peculiar place where the inhabitants could transform into giant wolves ruled by a brutal alpha. As soon as he laid eyes on her, he spurned her unambiguously. Not wanting any outsider to step on his land. Yet, by the time the moon bleeds red, where the wolf spirits can sense their mates. Alpha Quillan finds himself connected to Ocean. Despite their vast differences and tribulations, they find their souls intertwined, destined to be as one. But as the past resurfaced in her memory, revealing a true identity. A creature they thought only existed in legends. A daughter of the sea. A beguiling melody and coveted by most with those with greed and envy. Will Alpha Quillan be able to keep Ocean safe away from all the dangers that prowl around her?