Not the mama

Her: A twenty-year-old werewolf, who has been chained to a table and tortured for years. Just as she’s about to get her revenge, the building explodes.

Him: The Alpha King of his pack, who is about to find her unconscious body in the wreckage and save her life.

As the light fades out, all I see are the stars sparkling above me. Suddenly, a pair of dazzling eyes cuts across my view, pulling me close as my senses dissipate. I hear his strong voice call to me as my vision goes dark…

"I know the pain you're in. But I promise you, you're safe. We can help each other through this."

Age Rating: 18+ (Torture, Extreme Violence/Gore)

Brynna is cursed with blood-wielding magic, a gift that poisons her body and soul. Manipulated by her father, she’s forced to use it, but the weight becomes too much. In her breaking moment, she chooses to end it all—leaping into the arms of Death himself. The God of Death has watched her for years, and now that she’s his, he’s claiming her as his bride. No force, not even life itself, can keep him from his destined bride. Together, they’ll face the darkness, bound by fate and an undeniable connection.

“You appear to be in my territory, little wolf.” He is exceedingly beautiful, but his expression chills me to the core.

“You’re coming home with me.” His eyes so mesmerizing, so powerful. He pulls me into him, pinning me against his chest, an arm tight around my throat.

“You will submit and obey or there will be punishments,” he says, kissing the side of my head. His scent reeks of power. “Who am I, little one? Say it,” he commands. His lips curl into a smile, confirming my fears. “That’s right,” he growls. “I am Alpha Loren.”

Age Rating: 18+