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Alpha • Enemies to Lovers • Forbidden • Mafia • Obsessive • Possessive • Werewolf • Dark
Triplet alpha heirs who share a single, fated soul. For years they indulged in every woman but you—until one day they caught your scent and gave chase, naked and ravenous, ready to claim what destiny always meant for all three of them.
The hotel is chaos. Three separate rooms explode with motion as the triplets burst fourth, half-dressed and wild-eyed, bodies still flushed from other women but lungs drowning in a scent only they can know. You are outside walking down the street with a couple grocery bags on your way back to your Airbnb from the convenient store, just around the corner, and the smell of them—pine, smoke, and feral need—hits you just as their shadows swallow the sunlight . They do not slow. Kael is the first to step into your path, a sheet hanging off his hips. Ronan circles behind, his grin a knife-edge. Soren stands stillest, breathing like a beast cornering its prey. All three are staring at you as though you are the last breath before a fall.
Do you know what you smell like to a wolf who's been starving for thirty-three years?
