~ AUTHOR'S NOTE ~ This book is based on a fantasy world of werewolves. This story is a why choose romance, which means the main character will not have to choose between her love interests. The book has a unique plot in which werewolves are not bound in a mate bound until they take a special oath, they can choose whoever they want as their mate. Keep this in your mind while reading the book.Be aware of your triggers, lovely readers. This book contains strong language, violence, torture, reverse harem, and explicit sexual content. With all that, enjoy the book.~ CHAPTER 1~ ~ HYACINTH CLAUSEN ~ I looked at the shiny, gold-coloured invitation to a club that a friend of mine from my college class has opened a few weeks ago. If I chose to be honest then I would say that the college was pretty awful, too structured, too systematic, and too theoretical to allow for the true appreciation of art. But I had to join something to fulfil my graduation credit requirements to live along with th
~ HYACINTH CLAUSEN ~ I gazed at that stranger who decided to make me his girlfriend without my consent. Bet, these men could never be different from one another. Their breed was born to swing their jewellery in front of any woman they find attractive. I scoffed when I took in his handsomeness. I must admit he was as tall as the Eiffel tower. I’m not a short woman but in front of him, I could never get an opportunity to say this. He was not from around here. He didn't looked like someone from here, he must be from the Asian mainland. He was tall with an athlete's body, and everything about him was just sharp. His monolid eyes were the darkest set of brown that some would believe that they were black, however, I was not a mere human being, the blood in my veins was of werewolves, so I could see his eyes were dark brown and were sharp. His nose was high and straight and sharp. It was adding another charm to his inevitable personality, that was screaming, I’m the boss here. Then my eyes
~ HYACINTH CLAUSEN ~ I was not quite sure how it ended up happening, but I found myself pressed against the wall in a shady-as-hell alleyway by a man whose real name I don't even know.Said stranger’s hands were pressed lightly but firmly against my hips and before I could say anything, King’s lips crashed against mine. I watched him kiss me with his eyes closed, and before I knew it, my eyes fluttered shut too as I responded timidly.It was not a perfect kiss, but I quite frankly didn’t consider myself to be experienced enough to judge. I never fucked human. I was allergic to them. I wanted to say something, maybe ask King’s real name, but then his tongue suddenly reached out to lick my bottom lip before he used his teeth to tug at it.All thoughts left my mind as I gasped into the kiss and before I knew it, there was King’s tongue, hot and wet, exploring my mouth, rougher than I would ever get used to.My body reacted on its own accord, and I brought my fingers up, fisting them into
~ HYACINTH CLAUSEN ~“So, it’s just King?.” I put pressure to know his name when we were making our way to his car. I was just curious to know about him when I was about to share a bed with him. He smirked in response, “Yeah”“Just King?” I urged.“Don’t worry, My Jaan,” he called Jaan, and I didn’t know what was the meaning of it. He stopped in his tracks, and stepped closer to me, as he dragged his thumb across my bottom lips, “When the time comes, you’ll have a name to scream. Baby steps, yeah? Baby steps.”My cheeks flushed red, but I stuck my tongue out to swirl it around his thumb. I just could not resist the urge to taste him. His brown eyes snapped up to mine, and I grin cheekily in response.“Back out now if you can’t handle it. Back out while I’m giving you a choice, Jaan.” Again he called me that. He growled at me as he pulled his thumb away from my mouth.“So, are we walking home, King? Cause you take too much to reach your car” “No,” He responded, and I was pleased to not
~ HYACINTH CLAUSEN~ My eyes widened in fear as my heart began to race. I was no longer lying on his dining table, he pulled my hand to help me get up, now his hand was around my waist and his hold around my waist tightened as his dark, glaring eyes burned through me in utter lust. I couldn’t bring myself to look into his eyes. “Come with me, I need to show you something.” Before I could answer him he practically dragged me. Suddenly, he was no longer the person I met in that club, he was different, in a way I could not describe. I mean he looked the wrong type but in a good way. When he said he wanted to show me something, I could see the animalistic aura around him. His voice was low, animalistic grunting of his raspy breaths. “Let me get dressed.” I squeaked out and chuckled. “No need.” were the only words he said. I was still held by him. His hand around my waist was still tightly gripped. “Okay…cou- could you…” I struggled to get a bit free from his grip, it was because his gri
~ HYACINTH CLAUSEN~ He walked into the bedroom before throwing me onto the bed. He opened the drawer on the nightstand as I was looking around his room while lying on his bed as if it belonged to me not him. He pulled out a strange item. He approached me before stating, “Sit on your knees.” I did. I nervously complied as I stared at the strange item in his hand. The item was quite long with two ends. At the lower end, there were two handcuffs and at the other end, it was circular with a little ball on the front. It was a bondage toy with a gag! Is this why he was telling me to think over before getting into his bed? Is this why he was saying that I was going to regret spending a night with him? He might have thought that I would get scared of him using such things and toys on me but didn't know I was always ready to try new things. I was ready to feel the adventure that comes along with such kinks. The tension. The anticipation. The dominance. The force. The cries. The torture. I
~ HYACINTH CLAUSEN~ ‘FUCK! I woke up to the sound of my alarm that I sat on my damn phone. It was to remind me that I had to get ready to go to Alpha Gerald’s pack. My new home. The twilight pack. As my mom married him. He was now my stepfather. And she was the new Luna of Twilight pack. I had planned to get a gift for him before I went to his pack but when I opened my eyes I was in a strange environment. I was no longer in my villa. I was lying on a bed that was too soft for my liking. My head was buzzing and my lower body was aching so bad that I could not even sit properly. I held my head as I narrowed my eyes to take in my surroundings. I was in a dark room, a golden chandelier was hanging down from the ceiling, brightening up the surroundings into golden light as if it were shining gold. My alarm rang once again and the memories of last night banged in my mind! “WHAT THE FUCK!” I screamed so loudly that even Helen got scared. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!” I kept cursing as I looked arou
~ HYACINTH CLAUSEN ~ I parked the car in front of the Satan villa. I rolled down the window to take a good look at the villa and to make up my mind if I should stay here or turn back. My hand clenched around the steering wheels and I subconsciously started to bite my nails on the other hand. I could pretend to be strong but alone I was always like this, anxious, nervous, and scared of what others might think of me. When I was alone I always seek for the warmth of someone’s touch, not in a sexual way but in a way that could calm my monsters down. I always wanted someone who could say ‘There’s no need to bite on your nails Hyacinth, I’m here. My dad used to say this to me, but when I turned ten years old my father, Alpha Arthur Clausen decided to leave me and my mom. And I’m never going to forgive him for abandoning me and my mom when we needed him more than anything. “Dad, today I’m going to make our pack more powerful. You just wait and watch. Because I’m going to find you even if y
CHAPTER 22HYACINTH The dining room was quiet—too quiet. The clinking of silverware against plates was the only sound that filled the air. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Silas sat at the opposite end of the table, his posture rigid, his eyes deliberately avoiding mine, as if acknowledging me in this setting would somehow shatter whatever calm he was trying to maintain.I tried to focus on my plate, but the tension in the room made it impossible. Kendall and Gerald were seated next to each other, engaged in quiet conversation, their easy familiarity only serving as a stark reminder of how out of place I felt. They hadn’t been married long, but they already seemed so comfortable with each other—so normal.I glanced up at Silas again, his jaw clenched as he poked at his food, not really eating. There was something about the way he was sitting there, so painfully distant, that made my stomach turn. The last time we’d been this close, everything had shifted.As
HyacinthI was playing a dangerous game.Silas and I had been careful—too careful. But that didn’t change the fact that, behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, we were slipping. Every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every whispered word in the dead of night pulled us further into something we couldn’t name.Something we couldn’t stop.The fortress that was Alpha Gerald’s estate had too many eyes, too many ears. Yet somehow, in the chaos of running a pack, in the shadows of responsibility, we found slivers of time. Moments that shouldn’t have existed but did.Like now.I sat in the vast library, the scent of aged paper thick in the air. A book lay open in my lap, but I wasn’t reading. My heart was pounding too loudly for that. Silas was here, somewhere. I could feel it, the awareness of him settling over me like an unspoken truth.And then, as if summoned by my thoughts, the door creaked open.I didn’t look up immediately, but I knew. The air shifted, charged with something
Chapter 20 – SilasThe sound of the horses' hooves echoed through the woods, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the forest as I led the small group toward the eastern boundary of the pack's territory.I’d been on edge all day, a constant nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. The rogue wolves had been more active lately, and that was never a good sign. It was always the calm before the storm.But that wasn’t the only thing weighing on my mind. No matter how hard I tried to push it away, the image of Hyacinth lingered. Her eyes, the way she’d looked at me—like there was some unspoken understanding between us that I wasn’t ready for. I couldn’t get her out of my head.I couldn’t decide if that was a curse or a blessing.The roar of a distant wolf’s call snapped me out of my thoughts, and I motioned for the group to stop. We had to be alert, especially if we were getting close to a rogue’s territory.“Spread o
Chapter 19 – SilasThe echo of the door clicking shut lingered like a slap to my face.She left.My fists clenched, the anger bubbling under my skin almost unbearable. But the anger wasn’t directed at her—not really. It was at myself. At the world. At this godforsaken situation I couldn’t seem to control.I ran a hand through my hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. The scent of her was still everywhere, woven into the sheets, hanging in the air. It drove me mad, pulling me back to the way she had unraveled beneath me, how she had clung to me like I was her lifeline.And now, she was gone. Again.The night had been a mistake. That much was clear. But God help me, I didn’t regret it. I couldn’t. Even as I stood there, stewing in my frustration, all I could think about was how perfect she felt in my arms, how she made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t in years.But Hyacinth didn’t see it that way. To her, it was a line crossed. A mistake to bury and forget.That thought twisted somet
Chapter 18 – HyacinthThe golden hues of morning seeped through the curtains, dust particles swirling lazily in the sunlight. I lay there, motionless, trying to make sense of the storm raging inside me. Every brush of the sheets against my bare skin felt like a whisper of his touch, a phantom reminder of the night that had unraveled everything.Silas’s arm draped across my waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep. His breath was steady against the nape of my neck, a soft rhythm that somehow grounded me and terrified me at the same time.What had I done?The thought echoed in my mind, louder and louder, drowning out everything else.Carefully, I eased out from beneath his arm, every movement deliberate and slow. The last thing I needed was for him to wake up. My heart pounded with each inch I gained, the fear of breaking the fragile peace between us almost paralyzing.When I finally slipped out of the bed, I stood there for a moment, staring at him. Silas, the man who had haunted my d
Chapter 17– SilasI watched her walk away, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the hall, each step a reminder of how much she haunted me. I should’ve stopped her, dragged her back, and kissed her until she couldn’t breathe. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not yet.Hyacinth was a storm, unpredictable and fierce. Every part of me ached for her, but there was a war inside me, a fight between what I wanted and what I knew I shouldn’t have. She was too dangerous, too tangled in my life in ways I couldn’t control. But that didn’t change the fact that my thoughts were consumed by her, every waking moment a struggle to stay away.I rubbed my hand over my face and turned, walking away from the library. The house felt too quiet without her, but I couldn’t stay in the same space with her right now. The tension was unbearable, and I needed air, freedom.The back porch offered some solace, the cool breeze brushing against my skin as I leaned against the railing, staring out into the expanse of tr
Chapter 16 – HyacinthI couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.I’d been trying to distract myself—by keeping busy, by staying away from Silas—but it wasn’t working. The more I tried to ignore it, the more the weight of it all pressed on my chest. The tension between us, the way his presence seemed to suffocate me, was becoming harder to avoid. And yet, every time I thought about confronting him, I hesitated. Part of me still didn’t know what I was walking into. Silas wasn’t the kind of person you could just figure out. He was like a storm—unpredictable and destructive.I found myself standing in the garden again, the same place where we’d shared that heavy silence the other day. The flowers around me, though bright and alive, did little to lift the weight in my chest. I walked around, my fingers grazing over the petals, seeking some kind of solace in the softness of them. But nothing felt soft. Everything felt jagged, like I was holding onto shards of glass, and I wasn’t s
Chapter 15 – SilasThe night air felt thick around me, every breath a reminder of the tension between Hyacinth and me, thick enough to choke on. I could still feel the heat of her skin against mine, the taste of her lingering on my lips like a drug I couldn’t quit. And yet, all I wanted was to distance myself from it, from her. But it was too late for that now.I’d kissed her. I’d let myself get lost in it, lost in her, and I knew I couldn’t walk away from this. I couldn’t pretend it hadn’t happened, couldn’t pretend the storm that had always been brewing between us hadn’t finally broken. But that didn’t mean I had to like it.I dragged my hand through my hair, trying to clear the fog in my mind. Every instinct in me screamed to run, to pull away before this spiraled into something I couldn’t control. But every time I looked at her, I felt like I was drowning, sinking deeper into something darker, something dangerous.“What now?” I heard her voice cut through the silence, and it pulle
Chapter 14 – HyacinthThe wind whipped through my hair as we sped through the night, the cold air biting at my skin, but it was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside me. The tension between Silas and me was palpable, suffocating even. I could feel it with every breath, every glance he threw over his shoulder at me.I hated how much it affected me. The way he made my heart race without even trying, how he could tear through my walls with a look or a touch. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We weren’t supposed to be like this.Yet here we were, together on the back of his motorcycle, heading God-knows-where, and I couldn’t bring myself to care. I should have pulled away, should have told him to take me home, but I didn’t. Instead, I clung to the feeling of his body against mine, the warmth of him, the steady pulse of his heart beneath the fabric of his shirt.The road stretched ahead of us, dark and endless, but for some reason, I didn’t feel afraid. There was something about b