Who would have thought that a kidnapped princess, turned slave, would one day have the power to choose the next Alpha of the clan she hates with every pint of blood in her bones. The moon goddess had made what I would love to call, *A glorious mistake.* I Racheal Quill a slave of the crimson park is mated to the sons(quadruplets) of Alpha Blackwood (my oppressor) and because Alpha Blackwood loves to be entertained.... He created a contest, that whoever I choose to be my mate.. would automatically be next in-line to be crowned king and Alpha of Crimson Pack. Now who do I choose, Justin, Jake, Jackson, or Jared?

Three women. And maybe more... Three stories. And more... All soaked in desire that doesn't care about rules, vows, or shame. These aren't tales of love-they're confessions of raw, hungry need. Lust that makes your cünt throb, your cöck twitch, your breath catch. Pages moist with sweat, wet with cūm, dripping with sin. Fingers, lips, tongues, hands-everything presses, slides, and fūcks in ways that make your pulse race. You'll read about pūssies dripping, cöcks hard and throbbing, mouths gagging and sūcking, āss cheeks spread, tongues sliding inside folds, fingers plunging deep. Every page pulses with heat, with mōans you can feel, with bodies colliding and fücking without mercy. Inside, nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. A married woman spreads wide for her forbidden lover. A professor trembles as her student takes her mouth. A stranger is bound and worshiped, every inch of her body devoured. And that's just the beginning. Every filthy craving, every desperate mōan, every secret you've never dared whisper-it's here. Women devour women. Men ravage men. Lovers cross every line they shouldn't. So go on. Pretend your fingers aren't twitching to turn the page. Pretend your thighs aren't already wet. Pretend your cöck isn't straining. But once you give in... once your eyes slide across the first word... you'll feel it- the slow, dirty pull between your thighs, the rush of want crawling through you, your body answering before your mind does. And from that moment- you don't just read it. You become it. Your püssy, your cöck, your jūices, your mōans, your filthy, trembling need-all mine to claim, to taste, to drive wild. So tell me-would you be mine? Would you dare turn these cūm-stained pages?

There's a rumor, that the Alpha king of the Night Shade Pack was once a human. Wilder Reagan, was a child cursed from birth. It was said, that Wilder would die on his sixteen birthday. His parents Mr and Mrs Reagan couldn't accept the heaven wills, and so Mr Reagan sought the help of his brother, Hershel the sinister(as many would call him). To save the boy, Hershel the sinister conducted a ritual and according to the stories, Hershel pulled out the souls of the four legendary four wolves and put them into the body of Wilder Reagan. This wolves, were not just any kind of wolves.. they were mystical wolves. Now years later, Wilder became the most powerful werewolf ever to walk the earth. It was said, Wilder alone... could fight a thousand armies of werewolves and still win. A whisper of his name, is enough to make one shiver in fear. Now, just when everyone thought there wouldn't be a thing that could kill Wilder Reagan, it turns out... that his human body couldn't contain the wolves anymore, and to do that... he needs the power of the blue flames. He needs me.