Lilith And Her Three Devil Wolves
I'm Lilith. My biggest trauma used to be my dad forgetting to book my Santorini villa, I know, the absolute horror of it all. I had the Porsche, the diamonds, the designer wardrobe that took up two whole rooms, and Jax, the perfect boyfriend who looked at me like I hung the moon. I thought I was the main character.
Plot twist? I was wrong.
Turns out I wasn't being raised as the Alpha's darling. I was being fattened up for slaughter. My parents didn't love me, they were just my wardens, keeping me soft and pretty and completely clueless. And that Gala everyone kept whispering about? Not my debutante ball. An auction. I got sold to the Triad like a piece of art, like a handbag, like I was something to own.
The Triad. Three terrifying, bloodthirsty Alphas who make the monsters under your bed look like stuffed animals. They need me for some twisted prophecy I never signed up for, and they don't care what I want. Obviously.
And the cherry on top of this hot-mess express? Jax held the door open for them. My perfect boyfriend counted his money while they dragged me away.
They think they can break the spoiled princess. They think I'm just a "Spawn of Lilith" meant to be served on a silver platter. Soft and sweet and easy to swallow.
Here's what they don't get. When you take away a girl's credit cards, her freedom, her whole damn life? The monster underneath is way more expensive to deal with than a few Birkins ever were.
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Chapter: 🔥🥵 21+ Bareskin In The ClubLilith's POVThe club is suffocating. I'm sweating under the heavy cashmere trench coat, my bare skin sticking to the silk lining like a second layer I can't escape. The bass is so loud I can feel it in my teeth, vibrating through the floor and up into my bones. Neon lights flash in violent bursts of pink and blue, painting the crowd in strobes of color that make everything look like a fever dream.Roman is watching me squirm.He's completely relaxed against the leather booth, one arm draped over the back, his fingers lazily tapping against the worn material. A stolen drink sits in his other hand, condensation dripping down the glass. He hasn't taken his eyes off me since we sat down, and I hate how much I notice. How much I feel it."I'm going to pass out," I breathe, fanning my neck with my hand. The air is thick with cheap alcohol, sweat, and something sickly sweet I can't identify. "It's a hundred degrees in here.""Take it off, then." His voice cuts through the noise like a kni
Última actualización: 2026-06-17
Chapter: Take The Coat OffLilith's POV Arthur Sterling sat behind his massive oak desk with that smug smile plastered across his face, like he had already won. The library was all dark wood and leather-bound books that probably cost more than my entire existence. He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, waiting for Malakai to start negotiating like a good little businessman.I watched Malakai from my spot near the window, still wrapped in his heavy trench coat that smelled like smoke and rain. My bare feet were freezing against the cold mahogany floor. I had been dragged into this mess without shoes, without a plan, without anything except the pill I had dry-swallowed an hour ago that was now churning in my empty stomach.Arthur finally broke the silence. "So, Mr. Sterling. Shall we discuss the terms of your surrender?"Malakai didn't answer. He just stared at Arthur with those dark, dead eyes that never seemed to blink. The silence stretched between them like a wire about to snap."I'm being generou
Última actualización: 2026-06-17
Chapter: Bitter PillsLilith's POV The SUV cuts through the highway like a blade. The city lights smear past the tinted windows, turning into golden streaks against the darkness. I'm sitting in the back seat, clutching Malakai's coat around my bare shoulders. The leather is warm beneath me, but I can't stop shivering.The silence in the car is suffocating.Vane is driving, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Ronan is in the passenger seat, his head tilted back against the headrest, looking like he doesn't have a care in the world. Malakai sits stiffly beside him, staring straight ahead at the highway. He hasn't said a word since we left the mountains.I'm still trying to process everything that happened. The closet. Jaxson's dead body. The blood on Ronan's hands. And then Roman literally fucking my senses out. The heat of his body pressed against mine. His hands on my skin.But now, sitting in this cold, sleek vehicle, it feels like a completely different world.Without turning his head, Malakai reaches in
Última actualización: 2026-06-17
Chapter: 21+🌶️🥵 Gunpowder and AdrenalineLilith's POVThe five minutes Malakai gave me felt like both a lifetime and no time at all.I'm standing in the middle of his massive walk-in closet, surrounded by walls of expensive suits and crisp white shirts, and my hands won't stop shaking. Not from fear though. I know that now. The trembling is something else entirely, something that's been building since the moment I watched Ronan break that man's jaw without even blinking.The silk shirt I borrowed from Malakai slides off my shoulders and pools at my feet. I'm standing here in nothing but my lace underwear, running my fingers over the rows of tailored trousers, trying to find something that might actually fit me.My reflection catches my eye in the floor-to-ceiling mirror across from me.I'm flushed. Completely, utterly flushed. My cheeks are pink, my pupils are blown wide, and there's a sheen of sweat on my collarbone that has nothing to do with the temperature in this room. The violence didn't scare me. It did something else
Última actualización: 2026-06-17
Chapter: 🥵🌶️ 21+ Table MannersLilith's POV The Rolex on Malakai's wrist starts blinking red and I drop my wine glass.It shatters against the marble floor, red liquid pooling around my bare feet like blood. My heart slams against my ribs because I know exactly what that blinking means. Jaxson's father found us. He sent people. They're outside right now, probably aiming at these massive floor-to-ceiling windows, waiting for the perfect moment to turn this beautiful kitchen into a warzone.But Malakai doesn't even flinch.He reaches under the marble island and presses something I can't see. Before I can ask what he's doing, heavy metal shutters drop over every single window and door in this house. The sound is deafening, like thunder rolling across the mountains. Everything goes pitch black for exactly one second and I gasp, gripping the edge of the counter so hard my knuckles hurt.Then warm amber lights kick in from somewhere and I can see again."We're trapped," I whisper, staring at the solid steel covering e
Última actualización: 2026-06-17
Chapter: The Unlocked DoorLilith's POV The water is scalding hot against my skin, almost too hot to bear. But I don't turn it down. I let it burn because it feels like something real, something I can actually control right now. The massive marble shower is completely fogged over, steam swirling around me like a thick cloud. My heart is hammering so loud I can barely hear the water hitting the floor.I'm waiting.bsjsI know he's coming. I left the door unlocked on purpose, and now I'm standing here pretending to wash my hair, though my hands are shaking so badly the shampoo bottle almost slips from my grip. The heavy bathroom door clicks open behind me, and my breath catches in my throat.I don't turn around immediately. I keep my back to the glass, letting the water cascade down my shoulders. But I can feel his presence filling the room, that electric charge that always seems to follow him everywhere. The door slides shut with a soft thud, and still I don't moves.When I finally wipe the steam from the glas
Última actualización: 2026-06-17
Chapter: 0004Sloane Grayson’s POV “Then say hello to the devil, little wolf” He purred as though his words were a sentence, an execution. I just stood there, my breath hitched, heart pounding vigorously in my chest, as though they would give out. My lips parted slightly, a hint of something stupid flashing in my eyes; hope. His hot, intoxicating breath lingered on my skin, his golden orbs glistening like fire under the moonlight. And then, almost immediately, the smirk on his lips disappeared, gone as though they were never there, replaced by a cold, hard stare. “Little wolf, you mistake my silence for interest” he growled. My heart sank. The night air bit into my skin, but it couldn't be compared to the sudden chill from his voice. “Wa…wait..pls…” I muttered, my voice shaking. “I…I meant it, pls. I…I want….” He took a step back, his hands behind him. “You want me to play pretend” he said, his voice low but dangerous. “To pretend to care and wash your leash like a mutt. Right?” My lips
Última actualización: 2026-03-13
Chapter: 0003Sloane Grayson’s POV My Fiancé, Erythos, was to get engaged to the girl the moon goddess chose for him tonight. And I? I was expected to smile when he did it. I couldn't feel any sensations in my body, it was all numb. After I called off our engagement, Erythos hit me with the news of getting engaged the next day. But, I went to the ceremony anyway. I walked down the marble staircase, my hand brushing against the banister, then, into the ballroom that was decorated in gold and blood red silk. Chandeliers hung over the ceilings, giving the atmosphere that surreal glow, and my gown? It was too tight and the colour chosen for me didn't suit me. I still looked beautiful in it, my pale face draped in make-up to make me look more alive than dead. As I walked into the ballroom, heads turned to look at me, but none dared to say anything. Some sneered, others laughed, while others gossiped. They were all dressed in velvet gowns, laced with embroidered collars and fangs hidden behind thei
Última actualización: 2026-03-13
Chapter: 0002Sloane Grayson's POV “You have moon sickness. Nine months to live, Maybe a year” The words rang in my head, loud and heart wrenching. I walked into the pack house, expressionless, my feet heavy. No one noticed my presence, no one ever did. The familiar scent of the pack filled my nostrils; pinewood and old magic. The east wing was cold, but I couldn't care less. I passed maids and guards but no one spared me any glance, not even a pause to acknowledge my presence. Well, no one bothered to see me in the first place, my presence wasn't needed. As I passed the hall into the main lounge, the chaos caught my attention. “Oh my goodness, he's back!” I heard one maid say, shrieking with excitement. “I actually thought he was dead for years now….” Another squealed. “Ever since he was exiled, no one had seen him” I slowed my pace, furrowing my brows with confusion, who were they talking about? “He doesn't look mortal. Did you actually see his hair? Long, black like silk” another added.
Última actualización: 2026-03-13
Chapter: 0001Sloane Grayson’s POVHospitals didn't scare me anymore. Not when it had become a second home to me. The strong stench of copper, bleach and antiseptic filled the air, but it didn't make me nauseous just like the first time I had stepped foot into the hospital….that was a long time ago.I sat on the cold exam table, my heart pounding vigorously in my chest but my expression remained calm on the surface, the fingers balled into a tight knot on my lap so hard my knuckles turned white. I stared at my reflection on the cabinet's glass, my gaze scanning my appearance….the dark circles that had formed under my eye due to sleepless nights, the way my cheeks sunk inside, my hair wet from being under the rain earlier. Today was the day I finally got the correct diagnosis of whatever was wrong with me….after more than twenty years of wrong diagnosis. I looked up, my gaze fixed on Dr. Harlan who stood a few feet away from home. He tilted his head up, those kind eyes staring at me pitifully. I
Última actualización: 2026-03-13
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