Warning: This is an erotica with dark themes like light bondage, voyeurism etc. Please don't proceed if this discomforts you.  "Brothers, her skin tastes like maple butter," Roman murmurs, his tongue trailing a sizzling path from my neck to my shoulder. I freeze, my body tensing in response. "Get away from me," I snarl, fear fueling my anger as I struggle against his iron grip. "My fiancé is coming." The threat falls flat as Draven and Lucien block the doorway, their heated gazes searing into my skin. Roman's lips brush against my neck as he murmurs, "Don't worry the door is locked now. Funny how you don't know what we've done to him. Funny if you think we're not going to take what you're about to give him willingly." His hands slide up the back of my neck, his touch burning as he tilts my head back to meet his smoldering gaze. "What did you do to him?" I whisper, dread gripping me like an icy claw. Draven's smirk is cruel, his voice a sinister melody. "Blame yourself for letting another man touch you in our presence. Why don't we discuss what to do with you, our dear disobedient sister?" Draven purrs, his body heat radiating as he steps closer, his lips nearly touching mine. "Get on your knees like a good girl and beg. Perhaps you can save him before he's dead, if not..." He trails off, inhaling my scent.  ~.                        ~ Life had never been fair to Rhiannon. It all started when her father, an Alpha in his own right, foolishly challenged the Red Claw Pack, a ruthless group of demons in disguise. That one moment of defiance cost Rhiannon everything: her father, her brother, and her mother, who was taken as a trophy Luna by the Red Claw Alpha, eventually falling into a comatose state. Left all alone, nearly human in a world of wolves, Rhiannon was nothing but prey in the eyes of her stepbrothers. Treated like an outcast in the pack where she'd been dragged against her will, Rhiannon knew there was no escape from the devil's grip. She had one last hope: find a mate and leave with her mother. But as the perfect plan came together, her cruel, bloodthirsty Alpha stepbrothers unearthed her deepest, darkest secrets, shattering any chance of escape. Now, faced with an impossible choice, Rhiannon realized that beneath the hate lay a forbidden yearning, a hunger for something taboo. Had her stepbrothers known of this all along? Was this the end, or just the beginning of her revenge? Rhiannon knew one thing for certain: in a world of demons, it was kill or be killed. But why does her head, her heart, her very being seem to disconnect whenever her stepbrothers are near?