The Bratva Wolves Book 1: Shiver
She never knew monsters were real—until she signed on the dotted line.
Hidden behind the power and brutality of the Bratva is an ancient bloodline of wolves. Feared by enemies and loyal only to their own, they live by one unbreakable law: protect the pack at any cost.
He is one of their deadliest.
Cold, ruthless, and born to command, the golden-eyed wolf has spent his life controlling the beast beneath his skin. But that control begins to fracture when he encounters a beautiful stranger who awakens something inside him—something primal, possessive, and impossible to deny.
She has no knowledge of his violent world or the supernatural power sleeping within her. Yet the closer she gets to him, the more her body begins to change. Her senses sharpen. Her dreams become frighteningly real. And an unfamiliar force stirs inside her, waiting to be unleashed.
She isn’t merely the woman destined to stand beside him.
She may be the key to saving his entire bloodline.
With their enemies closing in and her hidden power awakening, he must protect the mate he never expected—even if it means starting a war that leaves the Bratva drowning in blood.
Because when a Bratva wolf finds his mate, he doesn’t let her go.
He makes the world Shiver.
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Chapter: NikolaiI had called ahead and had the guest bedroom next to mine prepared for Solara. I don’t think her waking up in my bed right now would be a good idea or a great way to soften her up.
As soon as we pull up in front of my home, I carefully carry her up to her room without waking her and softly lay her in her bed. I take those God awful heels off her feet and cover her with a warm blanket. My first thought is to throw them in the trash, but instead, I set them next to the bed so she could find them when she wakes.
I feel my phone vibrating like crazy in my pocket, but whoever it is can damn well wait. I move about the room, making sure she has everything she needs, everything I requested. My people are good, but I even gave them a pretty damn short notice.
Though, I could literally feel the excitement in the air as soon as I walked over the threshold of the house. It was as thick as smoke. I’ve never brought a woman into this house. My team knows that if there is a woman here now, she i
Última actualización: 2026-09-16
Chapter: Solara Is MineHer hand is ice cold. She covers it up well, but I can feel the fear coming off her in waves. I’ve already texted my driver, Earl, to be ready. There’s no way I’m staying a minute longer and allowing Darin to change his mind about her. There will be bloodshed first.
Solara is mine, and I have three months to figure out why she is attached to a spineless weasel like Darin and get rid of the problem. The only problem is, I can’t use my usual avenues of persuasion to get the information I want.
I’ll have to handle Solara with certain... finesse.
“Let’s go, Solara. The car is waiting.” I tell her, pulling her by the hand.
I don’t know what Darin just said to her, but her skin turned a pale, waxy color and she started to shake. She barely nodded in his direction and kept looking at the ballroom like he hadn’t said a word. That’s when the fear took over her. It took everything I had not to grab him by his throat and end him on the spot.
Only now he’s one of us, and I can’t cause
Última actualización: 2026-09-16
Chapter: I Don’t Belong To YouI watch as he leans forward. So close I can hear him inhale deeply. The experience, oddly enough, feels intimate and the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. But Cyprus doesn’t realize what he is doing. Just how much danger he’s putting me in for being so close.
Though, I’m pretty sure someone of his stature couldn't care less. But if Darin finds him talking to me, all I can see in my future is a cold, dark room for who knows how long. Last time was just for a phone call. Talking to his enemy? I’ll probably die in there.
And I need to see my father.
It’s the whole reason I’ve done this. Darin knew the moment he walked into the diner exactly what I needed. He knew I needed money, his money.
Since Dad had a stroke, he can’t take care of himself, and I can’t do it alone. Darin somehow knew that and punishes me for it every day.
“Let me be the one to see to your needs, Solara.” He says.
“Are you crazy?” I whisper yell.
“I know what should belong to me.” He replies, staring at
Última actualización: 2026-09-16
Chapter: Cyprus CordovaThe dress is tighter than it should be. The slit up the side is more scandalous than I’m used to. Definitely more than I'm comfortable with. But I have to remember, this is all for appearances and I can’t fuck this up. Not if I don’t want to be punished for it.
It’s a gold number. Floor length and ready to turn heads. Spaghetti straps are the only thing that holds the plunging neckline.
I’m showing just enough skin that Darin could be happy enough to say that I was dressed seductively enough to show me off, but also covered enough to let everyone know I belonged to him and I was off limits.
An eyepiece, so to speak. One only he could touch. A face never meant to be forgotten. Only to be desired. It’s the whole reason he chose me. Picked out from a long line of women with good genetics, women in need, cause it certainly wasn’t for love.
I needed his money, and he needed arm candy. A way to show the crime families he could make it in their world and be just as ruthless as they are,
Última actualización: 2026-09-16
Chapter: I Dream Of The DarknessI dream of the darkness. Of the emptiness surrounding me, with nowhere to turn. Because wherever I go, he follows me. Someone chasing me, but I don’t know who it is or what they want from me.
As I turn my head and look behind me, I see his eyes. Golden eyes glowing in the dark. Panic sets in, and I go further into the wilderness. Alone and desperate for someone to save me. The last thing I ever see before I wake up is a large hand. One with long fingers and a strong grip. It’s that hand that reaches out and grabs me by the back of the neck.
I always wake up in a cold sweat. Restless and feeling like I’m in a game nobody taught me how to play. It’s the feeling of dread. The deep down tiredness of everything that seems to keep coming at you.
And the absolute certainty of knowing everything you’re doing is not enough. Makes me wonder what my purpose is. What is my goal in life, because there has to be something better than working at this diner.
I pick up my phone when it star
Última actualización: 2026-09-15
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