Parker

Nikolai. Braxton. Derik. Three alphas who have pledged to protect the humans in their territory. All they ask in return is one night with the virgins of the villages, one night to take them under the blood moon and complete the ritual. This year is Lorelai’s turn. A winter born, cursed—or blessed—with powers rarely seen, Lorelai has been shunned by the other villagers her whole life. Once she’s taken to the wolves’ mansion, she takes matters into her own hands. After all, what if one night just isn’t enough?

Brax’s fangs graze my skin before they sink into my thigh. I cry out, Kai’s fangs burying in my breast while Derik pierces the flesh of my neck. I moan as their toxin keeps the storm raging, my body hot. “More,” I breathe. Saved from her father’s betrayal, Lorelai is happy to be back in her alphas’ arms—and their beds. Three alphas means three times the pleasure, but also three times the risk. What happens if she isn’t their fated mate? Thrust into a war she never wanted, Lorelai must fight for her baby, her family—and her alphas’ hearts.

"No woman leaves his bed alive." "But I will survive." I whispered it to the moon, to the chains, to myself—until I believed it. They say Alpha King Maximus is a monster — too big, too brutal, too cursed. His bed is a death sentence, and no woman has ever left it alive. So why did he choose me? The fat, unwanted omega. The one my own pack offered up like trash. One night with the merciless King was supposed to end me. Instead, it ruined me. Now I crave the man who takes without mercy. His touch burns. His voice commands. His body destroys. And I keep going back for more. But Maximus doesn't do love. He doesn't do mates. He takes. He owns. And he never stays. "Before my beast consumes me completely—I need a son to take the throne." Too bad for him…I'm not the weak, pathetic girl they threw away. I'm something far more dangerous —the one woman who can break his curse… or break his kingdom.