Sansa

One Night. One Mistake. One Lifetime of Consequences.

I thought I was waiting for love. Instead, I got fucked by a beast.

My world was supposed to bloom at the Moonshade Bay Full Moon Festival—champagne buzzing in my veins, a hotel room booked for Jason and me to finally cross that line after two years. I’d slipped into lacy lingerie, left the door unlocked, and lay on the bed, heart pounding with nervous excitement.

But the man who climbed into my bed wasn’t Jason.

In the pitch-black room, drowned in a heady, spicy scent that made my head spin, I felt hands—urgent, scorching—searing my skin. His thick, pulsing cock pressed against my dripping cunt, and before I could gasp, he thrust hard, tearing through my innocence with ruthless force. Pain burned, my walls clenching as I clawed at his iron shoulders, stifling sobs. Wet, slick sounds echoed with every brutal stroke, his body unrelenting until he shuddered, spilling hot and deep inside me.

"That was amazing, Jason," I managed to say.

"Who the fuck is Jason?"

My blood turned to ice. Light slashed across his face—Brad Rayne, Alpha of Moonshade Pack, a werewolf, not my boyfriend. Horror choked me as I realized what I’d done.

I ran away for my life!

But weeks later, I woke up pregnant with his heir!

They say my heterochromatic eyes mark me as a rare true mate. But I’m no wolf. I’m just Elle, a nobody from the human district, now trapped in Brad's world.

Brad’s cold gaze pins me: “You carry my blood. You’re mine.”

There is no other choice for me but to chose this cage. My body also betrays me, craving the beast who ruined me.

WARNING: Mature Readers Only

The Desperate Beauty and the Beast.


I thought I knew everything about Sunny Hayes.
He was the mysterious transfer student who saved me from bullies. The guy with ocean-blue eyes who made my heart race every time he looked at me. He was the hottest guy I'd even known in the world.
Then it happened on the night of his nineteenth birthday.
I never believed in monsters, by the way. But...
We were in my bedroom, his nineteenth birthday. Moonlight painted silver across his bare chest as he hovered over me, eyes dark with hunger. When I whispered he could do whatever he wanted, relief and desire crashed across his face like a wave. His kisses trailed down my neck, my collarbone. His hand slid under my bra, thumb brushing over my nipple. Heat exploded through me. Then his mouth closed over my breast, hot and wet and—
Pain.
Sharp, sudden pain that made me cry out.
His grip had changed. I felt points—sharp points—digging into my skin where his fingers held me. My eyes flew open. Golden eyes stared back. Not his ocean-blue. These glowed like an animal's in the dark. And his mouth—oh God—fangs pressed against his lower lip.
"Sunny?" I breathed, frozen in terror.
He jerked away like I'd burned him, staring at his own hands in horror. Claws. He had actual claws where his fingernails should be. Claws that had left thin red scratches across my breast.
What the actual fuck!?
That's when I understood: my boyfriend—the boy I'd trusted with everything—wasn't human.
He was a werewolf!


WARNING: Mature Readers Only.