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ALPHA PARTHE.Fuck.Did she just say those words to me? She was surely playing with flames. And it would burn her whole.I looked down at her plump lips, which were slightly parted, and, gods, the temptation was killing."Luxuria..." I whispered into her ear, "Don't mistake this for love. It's only an obsession, a hunger, a need to consume you whole. Don't be deceived." I said, trying all I could to hide how I truly felt."Please... Alpha. Touch me." She said to me. I gazed into her pleading eyes, and my cock twitched painfully."Your innocence is fragile, and I will shatter it with every breath you take near me. That's not what I want for you right now." I said, letting go of her and walking toward the open window.I hoped the air would calm my burning nerves."You've already taken my innocence... On the first night we met. I am your mate, Alpha. You've only teased me since you brought me here. Why do that if you do not have plans of touching me?"I could sense a little bit of anger
ALPHA PARTHE.My mind had been consumed by Luxuria all day. The feel of her, the way her presence stirred something inside me—a darkness that I didn't recognize. It unsettled me more than I cared to admit.This strange darkness I felt seemed to come alive whenever I was around her. It felt ancient and powerful.Luxuria is not a witch. I know that. Otherwise, I would have felt it already.I am an AshBlood witch, even though I have decided only to use my powers when necessary.I am a rare kind of a dark witch. A kind most parts of our realm considered evil and dangerous - one of the things that made me feared and respected.Of all levels of dark witches - Cthonic Witches, Blood Witches, and Verdigris witches - the AshBlood witches are the most dreaded.Cthonic Witches draw their power from the darkest depths of the earth, commanding the power of earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and the restless spirits trapped beneath the surface.Blood Witches manipulate blood and the very essence of l
LUXURIA.I decided to get myself busy with chores in order not to lose my sanity. The events in my life have been overwhelming and confusing.I was beginning to think of stupid possibilities - what if I am also becoming like the Alpha? Was his curse rubbing off on me? What if I was truly cursed like everyone in my pack thought?I had to clear my head before I made drastic decisions that I might regret.I tried to confide in Dashi, but it didn't feel right. She was a member of this pack and was obligated to report anything or anyone that seemed like a threat to the Alpha.Since I hadn't fully understood what I was going through, it was best to keep it to myself while doing more research.The weakness I felt was becoming a concern to me. Every day, it seemed my condition worsened, and sometimes I feared for my life. My body ached more than usual today. It was as if every ounce of strength was slowly draining out of me. It's almost as if whatever this was, it was trying to take my life,
LUXURIA.There was silence. My heart pounded so loudly that I wondered if Rorden could hear it. His hazel eyes were piercing, studying me so intensely that it made my skin prickle with unease.We had come into my chamber, and I wondered what he had in mind. He wasn't saying anything."Rorden..." My voice came out in a shaky whisper, barely able to form his name. But he didn't respond. He just kept staring, those sharp eyes of his raking over me like he was trying to decipher some unsolvable puzzle."When did you notice this?" He finally spoke, and I was thankful he did.I swallowed hard, hesitating. How could I even begin to explain this to him? I didn't fully understand it myself. But I had to open up to him because he already knew my secret either way. There was no need to hide it any further.I only prayed the Alpha would believe me when I told him I had considered telling him before I bumped into Rorden."A few weeks ago..." I replied.He didn't move. His gaze didn't soften. Inste
ALPHA PARTHE.I just rounded up a hectic day, and all I desired was a hot bath and some sleep. The Harlem brothers almost made me lose control over their dispute.Sometimes, I wonder why I still let them stay in my pack. They always brought more trouble than peace to those around them.Thankfully, I was able to settle the dispute without having to rip their heads off.A knock sounded on my door, and I grunted before answering it."Shikta," I called when she walked into my chamber, "what do you want?" I asked in displeasure. I was too exhausted to entertain anyone right now."Alpha. Sorry to barge into you at this time. I know you must be very exhausted," She said, hurrying over to where I stood as she helped me undress.She always knew what to do at every point. One of the reasons I liked her alot."Yes. And I want to have some rest," I replied tiredly."Of course. How about a massage to help you rest better?" She asked, pulling me into the bathroom.Knowing that she intended to help
SHIKTA.I eagerly walked into my chamber, my curiosity getting the best of me. I lifted my dress and brought out the small vial I had taken from the Alpha's chamber.I had been able to put him to sleep, and just as I was about to leave, the vial caught my attention. It was lying carelessly under his study table.Something told me this was the answer to my questions regarding why I had been unable to bear him an heir.The vial looked unfamiliar. I had never prepared any potion for the Alpha that looked like this one.I had to study it properly to know what potion it contained and what to do if it was what I was thinking.And if this potion was what I suspected, if this was the reason I hadn't borne Alpha Parthe an heir, then everything was about to change.As soon as I finish my research, bearing an heir for the Alpha will be inevitable."Shikta?" I heard someone call me, and my wolf almost leaped out of my body."Selene! Zendaya! Why would you sneak up on me in that manner?" I asked,
LUXURIA.It was dawn. Thankfully.No strange occurrences through the night. I woke up on my bed and not on the floor. No blood on my body.Ha! What a relief!Recently, I go to bed scared because I really can't tell what happens when I black out. But now that I know what is at play, it scared me even more. I hope I wasn't killing people just like the Alpha.I still pondered over why I had seen Nevada in my memory. That memory has haunted me since that night. It was a younger version of herself I saw and... I don't know what to make of it, but it has sincerely bothered me.She had a smile on her face in that memory... Was I beginning to see visions? But I wasn't a witch.I contemplated telling Rorden about it since he has decided to be of help to me.Some might call me foolish or desperate for confiding in someone I just met a few days ago but I had no choice. I had been dying in silence for so long, and he seemed to understand what was wrong with me.Without him, I probably would have
ALPHA PARTHE.My fury knew no bounds. My knuckles cracked as they collided countlessly with the stone wall of my chamber, the sharp sting grounding me in my hot fury.My hand bled profusely, but I welcomed the pain. It was nothing compared to the rage burning inside me—nothing compared to the jealousy that ate away at my insides, tearing at the hollow pit where my heart should have been.I willed it all to go away. The anger. The jealousy. The hurt I felt inside.She thought I didn't know?I sensed her the very moment she crouched behind that window, listening to our conversation, caring about that pathetic excuse of a Beta.Every breath she took, every beat of her heart... I felt it all.I felt her every emotion. She still cared about that rat. She was hurt knowing that he was dying.I heard her soft sniffles. I could almost taste her tears, and it made me mad with rage.She was suffering, but not for me. For him.That thought... the very notion of her shedding even a single tear for
ALPHA PARTHE."How do you feel?" I asked my wolf, but he was too weak to reply.We had been bound to the beast for so long that, in many ways, we had become one. And now, with that darkness torn from us, the absence felt unsettling.I exhaled slowly, feeling the exhaustion settle into my bones. I felt uncharacteristically weak. My limbs were heavier than I had ever known them to be, my mind sluggish, but I couldn't linger in weakness. I had to see this through. Luxuria's ritual was meant to happen immediately.There was no time. Mine had taken up to half an hour.I raised my hand to stop the cheering crowd."Bring him," I said to Urik who stood beside me and he bowed slightly before walking toward the dungeon.I watched him go, a strange emotion settling in my chest.I'd been thinking of ways to thank him but none seemed enough to show how thankful I truly am to have him by my side.Apart from Luxuria, Urik was the one person I doubted a lot for years. I always picked Tervan's side ov
ALPHA PARTHE."Let's begin," Kalaril said before leading the way to the large chamber that had been prepared for the rituals.The chamber was a vast, dimly lit expanse with air so thick with the scent of burning herbs and potent ancient power.The witches stood in a circle, their dark robes pooling around them like ink seeping into the floor. They hummed low chants that resonated through the chamber, carrying a tide of old magic.Kalaril stood in the middle of the circle, and for the first time since I had known him, he looked entirely in his element—an AshBlood wizard in his full, terrifying glory.The crowd waited outside.They weren't meant to witness what was about to happen. This moment belonged to the witches, to Kalaril, to Luxuria, to Sibile—and to me.Sibile lay on the cold altar, barely breathing, her face waxy and drenched in sweat. The gaping wound on her neck had turned an ugly shade, the blood flowing sluggishly. Her body was losing its battle against time.Too much time
LUXURIA.I ran breathlessly into our chamber and couldn't hold back the torrent of emotions threatening to consume me.He was still the same selfish man I had known. The same ruthless creature who saw lives as mere tools for his own survival.Why should I trust all he had said to me earlier? He only thinks about himself and no one else.I clawed at my arms as if trying to hold myself together, but the anger, the grief, and the sheer disbelief were too much.How could he even consider this?Why would he even think of using the poor girl for this purpose?Sibile had lived her entire life running, fighting to survive, and carrying a burden she never asked for. And now, at the very end, she was to be nothing more than a sacrifice?A broken sob burned my throat, but I forced it down. My hands trembled as I wiped at the tears that streaked my cheeks, furious at myself for even shedding them.Then the door creaked open behind me.I stiffened, knowing exactly who it was before I even turned.
LUXURIA.I woke up feeling better than I felt when I regained consciousness yesterday.I had woken to warmth. A steady, familiar heat pressed against my back, the feel of a strong arm draped over my waist, holding me close. The scent of cinnamon and musk surrounded me—Parthe.For a moment, I simply breathed him in, relishing the security of his embrace. It felt surreal, almost fragile, as if one wrong move would shatter the moment like delicate glass. But this was real. He was real.A soft clatter had drawn my attention to the bedside table. A tray of steaming food awaited me, the rich aroma wafting through the air. My stomach twisted with the overwhelming realization of how much had changed within the last few hours.I was here. Safe.But not everyone had been so fortunate.My heart ached for Rorden, I must say... The good side of Rorden.He was my friend and confidant at one of the most crucial points in my life. And I couldn't take that for granted.A single tear slipped down my ch
LUXURIA.The world felt unsteady. My head was light, my body weightless, as though I were drifting between reality and something far less tangible.My eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the soft glow of the room. Everything around me was familiar—the scent of embers and musk, the dark tapestries, the heavy warmth of the space.Parthe's chamber.Our chamber.A tremor ran through my chest. I was home.And if the figure sitting in front of me was truly who I thought he was…My throat tightened, my vision blurring as I stared at him.My heart leaped, but not out of fear. I was finally safe. Away from Rorden. Because, if this was truly Parthe sitting in front of me, it meant one thing – He had saved me from Rorden.I couldn't remember anything about how I ended up in Parthe's pack or chamber, but I was grateful I did."Luxuria..." Parthe called in that voice I had been longing to hear for so long now.It seemed like a dream to me.A sob slipped past my lips. My chest ached with t
ALPHA PARTHE.I stood over her, afraid to breathe. Afraid to even move.Luxuria lay motionless on the bed, her body so still that for a terrifying moment, I thought I had already lost her. The weak rise and fall of her chest was the only thing tethering her to this world.It felt as though the air had been sucked from the room. As if the gods themselves were holding their breath, waiting for me to break.It seemed like the life she was holding onto would slip away if I even as much as shifted.Gods. How did I ever let myself be this blinded by the ones around me?The people I had called my confidants—the ones I had believed would never betray me—had been the very ones who tormented her. And I had let them.I had believed their lies over the truth that was in front of me.I had doubted her every single time.And now, she was caught in some silent battle between life and death while I could do nothing but watch.I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palm.Fuck.I didn't deserve L
ALPHA PARTHE.Rorden's body trembled around my claws, his life ebbing from him in slow, uneven breaths. His blood coated my hand, and it was slick and hot, its coppery scent filling my nostrils.His trembling fingers still clung to my wrist as if he wanted to hold on.His lips parted, with the blood pooling there, spilling over, trailing down his chin in dark rivulets."Parthe…" His voice was weak and fractured. His body convulsed against mine, the last vestiges of strength slipping from him. But his eyes… his eyes burned, filled with something I had never seen in him before. Something… broken.I clenched my jaw, willing myself to finish this and end it. But my fingers hesitated around the fragile organ still beating weakly in my palm."Say it," I rasped, my voice thick and my jaw locked. "Say you regret it."A faint, blood-tinged smile touched his lips. "I don't," he whispered. "I never… regretted… trying to take back… what should have been mine."I exhaled sharply, my grip tightenin
ALPHA PARTHE.I snarled and took a step forward, but he stepped back, pressing the sword even harder on her delicate throat."You fucking coward," I growled, a scoff escaping my lips."We both know I am not a coward, Parthe. I am more of a man than you'd ever be. Everything I have had to endure only made me stronger and carved me into the man I am now," he said.The girl made a choked noise, but Rorden didn't react.He wasn't really here.His mind—his soul—was somewhere else."Do you even know what it's like, Parthe? To survive on your own like a real man should?""To be the unwanted son?" His voice cracked. "To know that no matter what you do, no matter how hard you fight—your own father will never fucking look at you the way you want him to?"I clenched my fists, my claws biting into my palms. "Our father was..." I was saying when he cut me off."No." His smile was thin. "Your father. Not mine. Never mine."His grip on the girl tightened."You were the golden child, Parthe. The heir
ALPHA PARTHE.Rorden's men fell. Like dead flies, their bodies littered my land, soaking the earth with their blood.And there was nothing more satisfying than that.Rorden was bleeding from every wound I had given him.So was I.But mine were worse. Especially the cuts my mate had inflicted on me. I wasn't healing.I had lost too much blood. And the only remedy I had was deep inside my chamber. I couldn't leave the war zone to go get it.I had to hold on a little longer."You're losing, brother," I taunted, my voice rough with exhaustion.Rorden barely had time to react before my fist collided with his jaw.Bone cracked. His head snapped to the side.And still, the bastard grinned."Never learned to give up?" I asked, driving my fist into his face in yet another punch. The impact sent blood flying from his lips. But he only laughed before spitting a mouthful of red onto the ground."Today is the day you'd breathe your last, Rorden," I recited a spell under my breath. My fingers burne