My mother sold her soul for a new husband… and took mine with her. I thought this gilded cage would be my personal hell. I was wrong. Because living in this mansion means living with them. The Dolf brothers. Gorgeous. Volatile. Broken. And my new stepbrothers. They call me ‘stepdaughter’ to my face. But the things they whisper in my ear? The way their hands find my body in the shadows? It’s a dangerously different story. There’s a wildness in them. Something primal. I hear it in the low growl that escapes when another man looks my way. I feel it in the heat that rolls off their skin, a furnace just waiting to ignite. I see it in the way they hunt me with their eyes, like I’m prey. I don’t know their secret. But I know this much… whatever monster lives inside them is coming for me. And I should be fighting back. I should be running from their intoxicating promises, their searing touches, their savage hunger. But I’m not running. I’m not fighting. Because the truth is… a part of me, the part that’s been broken my whole life, answers their call. They say I’m here to be their anchor. But what if I want to be the storm? Because when a wolf claims its mate, there’s no letting go.

One more thing… All three of them want me, all three of them break me, but there’s one whose soul calls to mine…

One…

AUTHOR’S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn’t a sweet romance kind of book. It’s dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, “Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt.” But if this is not, then…


I stared down at my arousal with something close to revulsion. The very sight of it made my jaw clench. I shouldn't be this hard just thinking about her, but damn it all to hell, how could my body not respond?


I wanted her. That truth burned through me like wildfire, undeniable as gravity itself. But wanting her was a luxury I couldn't afford. Getting this worked up over mere thoughts of her felt like a betrayal of everything I stood for. I prided myself on discipline, on iron-clad self-control.


I wasn't celibate. Far from it. I took women when the need arose, rough and demanding, using sex as an outlet for the pressure that built inside me. But I was strategic about it, calculated. I only indulged when I knew my rut was still weeks away. And I never, ever touched myself.


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