"If you think, you can break me just because you locked me in this cage, you are delusional." Catherine said, while stepping forward until the chains pulled taut, baring her teeth. Silas reached out, grabbed her jaw in his hand and lifted her face up to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, while Catherine jerked her head, trying to pull away. "That fire in your eyes, Catherine" Silas snickered with a smirk. His voice managed to send a shiver down her spine despite her rage. "It only makes me want you more." "Fuck you," She said through clenched teeth while glaring at him with pure hatred. "Oh, I intend to, again and again, until that sharp mouth of yours learns its proper place." He said, released her jaw and slowly circled her, admiring the way her body tensed in disgust. Catherine Windsor spent her entire life believing her future belonged to Vincent Bernadotte, the future Alpha and the man she had loved since childhood. On the day she was meant to start her happily ever after and become his Luna, Silas Bishop, the feared Lycan Lord who had vanished years ago and was presumed dead, returned for her, claiming her as his prisoner. Now trapped inside the territory of the most feared Lycan in existence, Catherine finds herself caught between hatred and a dangerous attraction she refuses to acknowledge.

Spending the holidays with her best friend’s family was meant to be cozy, wholesome, and safe until Blake Carter, her best friend's dad walked in. Handsome in a way that steals breath, strict in a way that makes her heart race and completely out of bounds, at least that's what she thought. Each and every time his dark eyes drag over her body, it’s not a glance, it’s a promise, a filthy, forbidden promise that says he has already pictured her bent over his knee, skirt flipped up, pretty little ass red from his hand while she begs Daddy to let her come. Ava knows she should not drip for him, should not cream her panties every time he growls “behave” in that low, dangerous tone because good girls don’t fantasize about sneaking into their best friend’s father’s bed, spreading their legs, and letting him ruin with that thick cock he has been hiding under those tailored pants. And Blake? He looks at her like she is the sweetest sin he has ever been tempted to taste. He's done pretending, done fighting the urge to shove his daughter's little friend against the nearest wall, fist her hair, and feed her every inch until she is choking on him and moaning his name like a prayer. He wants her gushing, trembling, marked while the rest of the family sleeps down the hall.