Jasmine's life had always been a cage, and Alaric, her stepbrother, held the key. His control began subtly, a seemingly protective concern that slowly twisted into a possessive obsession. As the Alpha, his power was absolute. He dictated her friendships, forbade any romantic relationships, and stripped her of all personal freedom.
Her one hope was her twenty-first birthday—a milestone that promised to change everything. She fantasized about finding her true mate, breaking free from Alaric's suffocating grip, and finally living a life of her own. But destiny, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor.
On the eve of her birthday, her hopes shattered. The person meant to be her one and only was the very man she despised—Alaric, her tormentor, her stepbrother.
The thought of being bound to him was a fate worse than death. How could she be mated to the man who had stolen her youth? A man who would stop at nothing to possess her completely? But in a world where love sours into possession and possession  draws blood, how far can one person truly run before they are forced to face the inevitable?

Jasmine swallowed before slowly returning her attention to the line of laces displayed before her.


How can I stop myself from listening to the frantic beating of her heart? It made my dick hard.


I swallowed hard, watching as the assistants picked up a lot of sexy lingerie, some barely anything at all, just strips of fabric meant to drive a man insane. I loved that. I loved everything they had picked for her.


"Take these." I said, dropping the few selections I made into the cart. The rest of the shopping wasn't as tense as the lingerie shopping. Jasmine had eased up a bit, enjoying the rest of the evening as she picked up lots of her favorite perfumes, including new brands to try out, clothes—some I had to scrutinize before letting her have them—and skincare products. Everything and anything she wanted.


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