Novels by Samantha Moose

Alice POVThe whispers buzzed like flies, relentless and impossible to swat away.“Did you see that mark?” “She covered it up—but is that Aiden’s new toy?” “No way. An Omega like her? She’s not even close to Aiden’s standards.” “You know how Alphas get when they’re bored. Poor girl. She has no idea who she messed with.” “She did it on purpose! Honestly, you have no idea how shameless Omegas can be—I heard she sneaked right into Aiden’s territory!”The sneers and mocking voices didn’t let up. But if they thought this cowardly, indirect cruelty—these half-whispered jabs—would actually hurt me, then they clearly knew nothing about an Omega’s life.After years of scraping by at the bottom of the Pack, this level of verbal violence was nothing more than background noise to me.I knew who was watching.The twins.If there was anything strong enough to overpower the rotting stench drifting from the trash can beside me, it was the faint yet unmistakable Alpha pheromones lingering in the a

Alice POVThe next morning’s breakfast didn’t feel any better.The only sound was the scrape of silverware against fine china.I kept my head down, focusing intently on the plate of untouched eggs in front of me. Every movement sent a dull, throbbing ache through my lower body—a constant, humiliating reminder of Ethan’s fingers inside me just hours ago. My thighs felt heavy, my core sore and tender, the phantom sensation of being stretched still lingering with every shift in my seat.It was my first night, after all.Across the table, the twins sat in stony silence.But something was… off.Usually, they were a united front of arrogance and disdain. Today, the air between them crackled with something static.They weren’t speaking to their father. They weren’t even looking at each other.Next to me, little Beck was unusually quiet. No tantrums, no screaming. He just sat there, his small hands gripping his fork, his eyes darting between his brothers, his father, and me.“Eat, Alice,” my

Alice POVEthan’s eyes darkened instantly, the blue turning into a turbulent, almost black ocean. I somehow pulled a trigger I didn’t know existed.He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.With a sudden, fluid movement, he grabbed the thick duvet from the bed and shoved a corner of it roughly into my mouth.“Mmph—!”My protest was muffled instantly. I tried to spit it out, but his hand clamped over my jaw, forcing my teeth to sink into the fabric.“Bite down,” he ordered, his voice a low, dangerous growl that vibrated against my skin. “Unless you want everyone in this house to hear exactly how wet you are getting in your firt day into this house.”I glared at him, eyes burning with humiliation and rage, but I bit down. I had to.Satisfied, he shifted his weight, pinning my legs apart with his knees. The leather gloves he wore—black, sleek, and terrifyingly cold—creaked as he flexed his fingers.His gloved hand slid up my thigh, the leather cool and smooth against my heated skin. It wa

Alice POVAfter washing up, I lay on the bed in my new room, staring blankly at the pristine wallpaper and the soft golden glow of the designer lamp.It finally hit me—I was actually living in a mansion.Then exhaustion came crashing down on me.Too much had happened in one day.Bullied out of nowhere at school…Then making that ridiculous bet with the twins…And now, somehow, moving into their house and becoming their stepsister.What kind of cursed destiny was this?I closed my eyes, clinging to the faint hope that everything would disappear when I woke up.But in my dream, a massive black wolf pinned me beneath its weight. Its thick fur brushed against my skin, making me itch and shiver. Its wolfish muzzle nuzzled along my body, warm breaths fanning over my skin, sending tremors all the way through me. Instinctively, I tried to push its head away, but it lowered its muzzle and began licking between my legs.Its tongue—rough, textured, unmistakably predatory—even through my underwea

Alice’s POVRight now, I’m sitting in the Nelson mansion with my mom—across the table from Alpha Lucian and his three sons—pretending this is a “family dinner” instead of the most awkward night of my life.The Nelson twins are directly across from me. Every move is polished, every gesture flawless, their silverware making barely a whisper. They’re like a pair of princes trained at some royal court.Beck, their eight-year-old little brother, is another story. He’s next to me, sawing his dinner knife across the plate so it shrieks against the porcelain, eyes locked on me like a young wolf who’s botched his first hunt—restless, irritated, but itching to bite.If looks could flay skin, I’d be raw by now.At the head of the table, Alpha Lucian eats as though nothing’s wrong. My mom sits beside him, tense but graceful, her left hand hidden under the table—where I can see his much larger hand covering hers.She catches me watching. The look she gives me is full of quiet worry. She’s afraid B

Ethan POVThe old man must had lost his damn mind. At his age, he’d gone and hooked himself an Omega widow, dragged her right into our home like some prize, and now—get this—planned to move her daughter in too. Like they owned the place.Even worse? He wanted that Omega to be the pack’s new Luna. I could have laughed myself sick.Aiden and I had been ready to give the shameless she-wolf and her little tag-along a welcome they wouldn’t forget. What we didn’t expect was for the tag-along to be Alice—the girl who’d slapped Aiden across the face.“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I blurted, louder than I meant to. She was her daughter? Our shiny new “stepsister”?Alice’s eyes went wide. She took a slow, careful step back toward the stairs, like a bunny catching the scent of a predator. Cute. But all I felt was the sting of irony.“Well,” she said flatly, “Surprise.”I smirked, even as my wolf, Riven, growled low in my chest. Touch her. Now. Smell her. Claim her.Shut up, I snapp