❗️❗️COMPLETED❗️❗️ “W-what are you doing?” I asked. My voice didn’t sound like mine. It was hoarse and raw from screaming. Varul was silent as he pulled my hands over my head, pressing my wrists together against the dark wood of the headboard. “Varul, wait," I breathed, my voice trembling as the cool air of the bedchamber brushed over my bare, flushed skin. I was sure he could see how hard my heart was hammering. He wound the cool, smooth silk of the tie around my wrists, securing them to the heavy iron scrollwork of the headboard. He bound them tight enough that I couldn't slip free. When he let go, my arms were trapped above my head, arching my back and offering my entire, aching body up to him. Varul stood up from the bed, stepping back just enough to take me in. His dark amber eyes swept down my body, burning with an intense possessiveness that made my skin prickle with heat. "Beautiful," he said darkly. "My queen bound to my bed." ——— Sigrun Parker was ripped from her modern life in Brooklyn and thrown into a brutal world. She’s a princess wedded off to Varul—the feared, stoic Alpha King of the North. To the rest of the realm, King Varul is a lethal warlord who commands terror with a single glare. But behind closed doors, he is a man obsessed with his mate—and determined to tame the celestial fire burning inside her. As dark enemies plot to tear the kingdom apart, Sigrun must navigate dangerous wolves, politics, magic, and an intense, primal bond with a king who demands her complete surrender. He wants to rule the North. He lives to possess her. ——— WARNING - THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES. For mature readers only.

[Book 2 of WOLVES OF THE NORTH] "Can you walk?" Darren asked, his voice rough and clipped. "I—I'm fine," I stammered, wincing as I shifted my weight. The sore ache between my legs flared up instantly, proving otherwise. Barely an hour ago, I had been a virgin. Now, I was leaning against a frost-slicked stone pillar in the deserted lower courtyard of Pillak Towers, my dress thoroughly ruined. I never imagined this was how my first time of intimacy would be. My fingers were shaking so much that I could barely haul the torn linen of my shift up over my exposed breasts. I fumbled with the laces of my dress, trying to tuck myself back into my clothes. And gods help me... my traitorous body still wanted more of Darren. More of the pleasure he’d unrelentingly given me for over an hour. But the cold distance radiating off him told me that I had made a mistake. A catastrophic, statistically improbable blunder… ___________ Elara Thompson is a brilliant, scatterbrained scholar who hides her deepest wounds behind ancient texts and rambling facts. For months, she suffered a quiet crush on Beta Darren—the cold royal commander of Pillak Towers—hoping the stoic warrior might one day look at her as more than a guest. She never expected him to lose control. Driven mad by a sudden, brutal rut, Darren traps Elara in the courtyard dark. In a single night of breathless, unchecked passion, he claims her body and almost marks her as his. But when the fever breaks, fear takes over. Haunted by the memory of watching his own mother wither and die from a mate bond, Darren builds a wall of ice between them. He looks the trembling scholar in the eye and cold-heartedly dismisses her as nothing more than a temporary mistake. Heartbroken, humiliated, and convinced she is unlovable, Elara does the only thing she can: she runs. Packing up her life in the dead of night, she flees across the sea to the Citadel of Knowledge with her father, determined to bury her heartbreak in ancient archives and never return. Three years later, she returns to the North with a secret that will upend everything Darren has ever believed in. —————— Fated to the Grumpy Beta is a high-angst, STANDALONE sequel in the Wolves of the North series.