"Kneel.”Her knees hit the cold stone floor before her mind could protest. Every eye in the pack laughed. Every whisper cut her deeper than the chains around her wrists. And somewhere above, he watched— the one who had made her kneel before them all. The one who would regret it, too late.He rejected her under the full moon.Not because she was cruel.Not because she was unfaithful.But because she was weak, quiet, and easy to discard.The pack followed his lead.They took her name, her rank, her dignity and called it justice.They starved her, silenced her, broke her down until she learned to apologize for breathing.And still… she stayed. Still believed loving him meant enduring everything he gave her.What none of them knew was that the girl they crushed was never ordinary.She carried something ancient in her blood.Something the pack would one day beg for.By the time the Alpha realizes what he destroyed, the bond is cold, the moon has turned away, and the girl who once knelt for him has risen beyond his reach.They broke her first.She will be their last mercy or their final ruin.

This book is not safe. Inside, you will find:BDSM, whips, chains, and total submissionVoyeurism, watching and being watchedFetishes, kinks, and taboo desires unleashedRough, unrestrained, take-no-prisoners sexPublic and semi-public encounters, no boundariesDominance, power play, and control gamesDegradation, humiliation, and teasingRoleplay, twisted fantasies, and dark seductionUnsafe, raw, filthy, desperate lustPushing limits, breaking rules, and pure obsessionWarning: This is hardcore, raw erotica. Only open if you want to get lost in the sin._______She was already leaking when the stranger’s hand closed around her throat in the elevator.No hello, no floor number and definitely no pretense.Just the wet metallic click of her cunt clenching as he shoved two thick fingers straight through the ripped seam of her leggings and snug them hard against her G-spot like he’d been mapping it in his head for years.“Say red if you want to breathe,” he told her while his thumb mashed her clit flat.She didn’t say red. She didn’t say anything.She just came so violently her knees buckled and piss sprayed the elevator wall in a hot little arc while he kept fucking her open-handed and laughing low against her ear.

He claimed her in the dark. He destroyed her by dawn.Dikachi Hale Evenstone is human—or so she’s always been told. Quiet. Unwanted. Invisible. Until the Moon Goddess binds her to Riot Thorn, the ruthless Alpha every wolf fears.One night, he takes her. Marks her as his. Gives her hope.The next, he rejects her—publicly, brutally—branding her a liar, a seductress, and casting her out of the pack in disgrace.Broken and banished, Kachi disappears.When she returns months later, she is no longer weak. No longer human. An ancient power awakens in her blood, one that makes Alphas bow and wolves tremble.And Riot?Riot is unraveling.His pack is falling. His control is slipping. And the mate he shattered has become everything he can’t dominate—and everything he can’t forget.He rejected her once.Now he regrets it.

It started as a dare to myself. Get close. Get under his skin. Make him want me so bad, he forgets we share blood. I know how that sounds. Twisted. Dirty taboo. But in Velaris town, twisted is normal and dirty doesn’t even scratch the surface.He isn’t just my cousin. He’s the one no one talks about after midnight. The one whose eyes glow when he’s angry… or aroused. And I? I should’ve stayed away. But something about him pulls at me like fate. Like hunger and like danger.Now, the air tastes different. The shadows whisper and arouse me at midnight. And my body—God—my body feels like it’s waking up to something ancient. Something that shouldn’t exist. And when he touches me, it’s not just lust I feel—it’s power. Like he’s unlocking a part of me that was never human to begin with.Everyone in this town has secrets. But ours? Ours could ruin everything. And I can't stop. Not now. Not when I’m this close to finding out the truth… about him. About me. About what we really are. This isn’t your typical love story.It’s the one you don’t read out loud. The kind that makes your skin crawl… and your thighs clench. Discretion advised.