"This was all for your...revenge?"
 I try to feel sorry for him. His brother's are on the opinion that he abandoned them. 

His grips are tightening round my neck. Choking me. His face allover me. Taking in my scent. He breaths me in. Raised his head and goes again and again like I was some calming antidote to his madness 

Go for it, Grace. Kiss him. Let your scent calm his beast Or he will rip your throat out. He doesn't recognise the difference between right and wrong now. Do it or you will be dead.

"Well I'm not going to initiate..."

And then, before I have a chance to finish my sentence, before I even have a chance to draw breath, his mouth swoops down and captures mine in a hungry, searing kiss. His lips are voracious, taking everything I have to give and then demanding even more. The fire that glows within me burns and crackles even hotter than what he stoked that night, hotter by tenfold.



"You shouldn't do this to me," he whispers against my mouth. "You shouldn't. Everything about you is absolutely wrong. And yet..."

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Grace Cooper was once the doted daughter of powerful Beta parents until the night her younger sister died.

Accused of the murder and unable to defend herself because she was born mute, Grace lived a miserable life. She was locked up most of the time, and in the rare times she was freed, she slaved away doing menial labor.

 For years she lived under their hatred, blamed for a crime she never committed. When she finally turned of age for the Moon Judgement, the pack decided her fate―she was to be sentenced to death by hanging.

 But that didn't come to pass. Grace is saved by a striking Lycan.

Tall, intimidating, and infuriatingly seductive, Sucre  Winchester, the Lycan King of the North, had been hunting for his fated mate for years. Only, he never expected fate to lead him to a broken Omega.

And he isn't the only one tied to her. 
Sucre  has two identical brothers, and they too feel a bond with her.

Grace is everything the Lycans are raised to despise―a weak werewolf who was no better than a human. The Lycans have spent centuries wiping out the wolf packs, and now, their fated mate belongs to one.

 They should reject her. They should kill her.

Yet, she is the only female whose scent could drive them to territorial madness.

So instead, they claim her.
 Now, hunted by her former pack and trapped in the brutal politics of Lycan royalty, Grace must survive three dangerously dominant mates whose instincts demand to protect, possess... and knot.

But as the truth about her sister's death begins to surface, it becomes clear that her execution was never about justice. It was about silencing her.

And the three dark Lycans who have knotted her may have unleashed something far more dangerous than they expected.

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TRIGGER WARNING


This book contains mature and potentially distressing themes intended for adult readers only. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18.

Within these pages you will encounter depictions of Graphic sexual content, Knotting. Psychological manipulation and emotional abuse, Grief, trauma, Knotting and PTSD.  Power imbalance and captivity, Domestic abuse

These themes are explored with intention and are central to the characters' journeys.

I kid you not when I say kids are absolute masterminds of pure chaos. Tell me why this little guy is running towards me the moment I walk in? The only word out of his crying mouth is "mama."


Like, kid… read the room. I don't want even the slightest bit of attention, yet now every eye is on me. I scan the room for Bruno. Where could he be? Why is this little boy crying and calling a stranger "mama"? Seriously. It's undeniable that I could hear every voice from the Winchester direct bloodline and now I wish I couldn't hear the emotion-filled outburst of this little guy.


I crouch down to his height anyway to lift him up and ...at least attempt to play the part of a decent human being. I won't deny I don't know him in public but I genuinely don't know if I could treat a kid right. I don't want any. I can't raise any.


I open my arms, braced for the impact of sticky toddler fingers and a damp hug,


But apparently, I wasn't even the droid he was looking for.


Chapter 43 - Clingy kid