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

The high-pitched wail from the other end of the phone sliced through the ambient hum of the premiere party like a fire alarm. The elegant champagne flute slipped from my fingers, shattering on the cold marble floor with a piercing crash. The sound was swallowed by the sudden, roaring silence that filled my head.“Dani…” the name escaped my lips as a strangled breath.Alexander stood frozen, his face a grotesque mask of shock and horror. The ice water I had thrown at him still dripped from his jawline, mingling with the cold sweat that had begun to bead on his forehead.“Where is he?” I lurched forward, grabbing his lapels, my nails digging into the expensive fabric. All the carefully constructed walls of my anger, my legal strategies, my newfound independence—they all crumbled into dust at the thought of my son in a burning building. “Where is my son?!”“He… at the villa…” Alexander stammered, his eyes wide with a terror that finally seemed genuine.“The villa?” A cold, vicious clarit

A layer of fine water droplets condensed on the wall of the champagne glass, reflecting the shimmering phantom in the grand hall. Sophie, that name had been swirling in my mind for several days, and now she stood right before me. The panic on her face was like ripples on water stirred by the wind, fleeting, replaced by a layer of hard and smooth ice.She placed the glass in her hand, crossed her arms, and her fiery red long dress, like a flickering flame, made her stand out distinctly in the crowd."I didn't recognize you." Sophie sneered, the carefully drawn line of her lips curving into a sarcastic arc. "So it's the renowned Walsh lawyer. What, the name of Mrs. Rich isn't enough for you now? You have to go back to your old trade, relying on our 'old cases' to grab attention?"Her voice wasn't loud, but it was as sharp as a needle, and the few guests who looked this way showed expressions of enjoying the show."Miss Sophie is now a rising star heavily backed by Mr. Hayes, so naturall

My footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, each step feeling like shattering the illusions of the past seven years. Behind me, the mahogany door, a symbol of family warmth, seemed to separate two worlds. My world was cold marble and an unknown future; while his world held everything I had once cherished—the home I had decorated with my own hands, and the son I had loved with all my might.“Jennifer!”Alexander's roar came from behind, his voice devoid of any feigned warmth, only a hysterical panic of impending loss of control."Don't forget, I bought that law firm for you! Sunlit Legal is my property! I can take it back anytime and make you a complete joke!"My steps faltered for a mere half-second.I knew he was telling the truth. The ultimate beneficiary of the acquisition agreement was him—Alexander Ritchie. He thought this threat would, as before, make me stop and turn back to my self-imposed safety zone.I didn't turn around and continued walking towards the elevator. The sound o

The soft thud of the crystal ashtray hitting the plush carpet was deafening, a punctuation mark at the end of a sentence I hadn't yet finished writing. My hand, which had just wielded it like a weapon, hung limply at my side, tingling with the phantom sensation of impact. The scent of ozone and spilled scotch filled the air, acrid and sharp, a battlefield smell.And then, Daniel's voice, small and sharp as a shard of that broken glass, pierced the suffocating silence.“Daddy, you’re bleeding!” His cry was pure, unadulterated terror. He scrambled into Alexander’s arms, his small body a shield of frantic, misguided loyalty. “Did Mommy hurt you? Mommy is bad!”*Mommy is bad.*The words, uttered by the person I loved most in the world, did not feel like a stab wound. They felt like a complete system shutdown. My breath stopped. The frantic rhythm of my heart, which had been pounding against my ribs a moment ago, seemed to simply cease. There was a low roar in my ears, the sound of my own

The early morning mist hung over Manhattan’s steel jungle like a damp gauze. I parked my car beneath Alexander’s ultra-private penthouse apartment. This place was close to his company—a spot he stayed in occasionally when he worked far too late, not wanting to head home and disturb Daniel and me. It was also where he’d once brought me to watch our first winter snow together.Looking back now, all those gestures he’d labeled thoughtfulness were probably just conveniences arranged for another woman.I stepped into the lobby. The familiar front desk manager wore a mix of shock and embarrassment on his face. Dressed in my mist-blue suit, I carried a black leather briefcase. Tucked inside its inner pocket, a tiny beetle-shaped recording device, cold and sleek, was already on.“Mrs. Rich.” The manager bowed his head.“I’m here to see Alexander,” I said, my tone calm and unwavering.“Mr. Rich left word. You may go straight to the top floor anytime.”I said nothing and walked directly toward

The lingering scent of cedar and tobacco left by Caspian still hung heavy in the air, yet I forced myself not to dwell on that tall, indifferent silhouette. Outside the window, the downtown streets were torn to shreds by neon lights. I sat across from Rita, holding a cup of lukewarm water in my hands; the lines on my palms looked like dense, tangled cracks beneath the glass.Rita drew the curtains shut in one sharp, swift motion, and an air of tense vigilance instantly spread through the office. She pulled out the Montblanc fountain pen once praised by their mentor as “the spear of justice” from her briefcase, then laid open a stack of pale yellow lined paper.“Alright, Jenny. Stop thinking about that man, and forget that ridiculous press conference.” Rita’s voice was like a scalpel, sharp and untainted by emotion. “We’re going to talk about Alex—and how you can legally, thoroughly… tear up that marriage certificate crawling with parasites.”I took a deep breath, a faint burning sensa