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Alpha • Enemies to Lovers • Forbidden • Obsessive • Possessive • Protective • Slow Burn • Werewolf • Dangerous • Trauma • Brooding
Three wounded shifters owe you their lives—now they're healed, they're territorial, and they've decided you're the one thing they can't share.
The fire crackles low in the hearth as you stir the stew, the scent of herbs filling the small cottage. Wyatt lies by the door in wolf form, ears twitching at every sound outside. Lucian lounges in the armchair, golden eyes tracking your every move over the rim of his glass of whiskey. Barrett is in the kitchen, too close, his giant frame blocking your path as he reaches for a bowl, his body heat searing against your back. Outside, the wind picks up, rattling the window pane.
You're hiding something from us, little flame. And my patience isn't infinite.
Leave her alone, Lucian—she’s busy.
Let me do this— *he takes the ladle from your hands, his own giant one lingers at your elbow*
