Wrong Desires
“Are you sure you really want this? Once we cross this line… there’s no going back.”
“Yes. I want this. Please.”
Some desires were never meant to be spoken out loud. That doesn’t stop them from taking over.
In this collection of dark, wild stories, you’ll find stepdaughters drawn to the one man they should never want, rejected omegas seeking comfort in the last place they should look, and powerful men who turn quiet obsession into something they can no longer control.
Every story is filled with tension, longing, and the kind of attraction that feels dangerous from the first moment.
If you love age-gap romance, stepfamily dynamics, werewolf packs, and the kind of wrong that still pulls you in; this book was written for you.
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Chapter: The Mechanic's Daughter 1The funeral was small and the rain didn’t help.Wren stood under the edge of the garage awning after everyone left and watched the last truck pull out of the lot. Her father’s name was still on the sign above the bay doors. She hadn’t had the heart or the money to change it yet. The place smelled like oil and old cigarettes and the particular metal tang that never left your hands no matter how hard you scrubbed.She was alone for maybe twenty minutes before the first problem showed up.Two men. She knew the type. The kind who smiled when they didn’t mean it and kept their hands visible until they didn’t need to. The older one had a scar through his left eyebrow. The younger one kept looking at the tool chests like he was pricing them.“Wren Lang,” the older one said. “Your daddy owed us. We’re here to talk about payment schedules.”“My father’s dead.”“Dead doesn’t clear a ledger.”She wiped her hands on a rag that was already filthy and didn’t invite them further in. The garage was h
Last Updated: 2026-11-03
Chapter: The Last House 12The list went up at dawn on the whiteboard in the kitchen.Twelve names. Elena and Nate were both on it, written one under the other in Brennan’s handwriting. No note. No explanation. Just the pairing, made public for anyone who walked past with a coffee cup or a question.Some people congratulated them like it was good news. Some people didn’t look at them at all. Tara read the list once, nodded to herself like she’d already done the math weeks ago, and walked away toward the east wing without speaking. Sophie found Elena in the weapons room an hour later while she was inventorying the sidearms that would stay with the house.“You don’t have to go just because he put you together,” Sophie said.“I know.”“Do you?”Elena closed the cabinet and locked it. The click sounded final. “Yeah. I do.”They had until the following morning to confirm. The convoy wouldn’t wait and Brennan made that clear in the short briefing he gave the whole house after breakfast. Stay and keep the walls. Or go
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Chapter: The Last House 11The radio call came in on a frequency Brennan had been monitoring for weeks.An organized convoy out of the northern corridor. Military leftovers mixed with civilian contractors who still had fuel, working radios, and a chain of command that hadn’t completely collapsed. They were running a controlled extraction toward a fortified zone past the old state line and had room for a limited number of verified survivors. Coordinates. Window. Rules. No weapons beyond a sidearm. No arguments at the checkpoint. Proof of identity if you had it, useful skills if you didn’t.Brennan played the message twice in the dining room so everyone heard it the same way. The room went so quiet Elena could hear the generator through the floorboards.“Twelve seats,” he said when the recording finished. “I decide who goes. Criteria is simple: people who keep this place running, people who won’t get the rest of us killed on the road, and people I trust not to sell the location after they’re gone. List goes up to
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Chapter: The Last House 10Cole didn’t come back from the Tuesday run.Three of them had gone out for batteries and fuel filters from a depot Daniel had marked on anold paper map. Only two returned. Daniel did the report in the courtyard with his voice flat andhis hands still dirty from the road. They’d been jumped near the old transit station by a groupthat didn’t ask questions or wait for answers. Cole had covered the retreat and taken a roundhigh in the chest. By the time they got him behind cover and tried to pack the wound he wasalready gone. They left him there. No choice. The alternative was losing all three and thesupplies they’d already paid for in blood.Elena heard it from the second-floor landing. The words reached her through the open stairwelland sat in her stomach like something spoiled. She went to her room, closed the door, and sat onthe floor with her back against it for a long time. She hadn’t loved Cole. She hadn’t even likedhim much beyond the practical fact of his competence and h
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Chapter: The Last House 9The argument started over water and ended over people.A group of survivors had been spotted three miles south, moving in a loose column. Maybe thirty of them. Maybe more. They had kids. They had wounded. They also had weapons, and the scouts couldn’t tell from a distance how organized they were or how hungry. Brennan called a meeting in the dining room the same afternoon the report came in.Half the house wanted to open the gate. The other half wanted to reinforce it and pretend the column didn’t exist.Elena stood near the back wall with her arms crossed and listened to the same fight she’d heard in different words since the collapse started. Compassion versus capacity. Risk versus guilt. Sophie spoke first, calm and practical: let a limited number in, women and kids first, strict screening, temporary quarantine in the old garage. Daniel spoke against it, flat and tired: they barely had enough filtered water for the people already inside. One bad sickness and the whole place tipped.
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Chapter: The Last House 8It happened again two days later.Then again the night after that.They didn’t plan it. That was the worst part. There was no conversation, no agreement, no moment where either of them said this is a bad idea and meant it enough to stop. Danger would spike — a false alarm on the west wall, a supply argument that got too loud in the dining room, a nightmare that dumped one of them into the hallway at three in the morning with their heart still racing — and they would find each other like gravity had developed a personal grudge against the both of them.The second time was in the laundry room that still smelled faintly of detergent from a world with working machines and Sunday routines. She had gone in to check the water catchment barrels. He had followed for reasons neither of them said out loud. The door locked. Clothes stayed mostly on. It was fast and quiet and left her biting the inside of her cheek to stay silent. Afterward he rested his forehead against the wall above her shoulde
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Chapter: Chapter 137: “You Owe Me, King RIven!”“Cloak up, all of you. We go careful, off the main ways, and we do not let one living soul see this face between here and the low town. We finish it tonight. I am done waiting on it.”Kaelen turned to Dain and jerked his chin at the body. “Get rid of that. The head too. Bury it, burn it, I don’t care which, only put it somewhere the thaw won’t hand back.”“Or,” I said.They all looked at me.“Why throw away a respected man’s head,” I said, “while there’s a use still left in it?” I kept my eyes on Kaelen. “This new hollower will run hotter than the last. Younger. Prouder. He may take one look at an Alpha with a stolen pup and decide his conscience, or his King, is worth more to him than your coin. So you take the choice off him before he has it.” I nodded down at the head on the floor. “You set the head of the only other hollower in the north on his table. You say nothing at all. And you let him understand, all on his own, what disobedience costs in this trade now. His silence will fee
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Chapter: Chapter 136: AbominationSelenaFor a while Kaelen only stood there with the sword hanging off his fist and the head at his feet, breathing like a man who had run a long way, not yet certain what he’d done.Then it reached him. I watched it land. The blade came down out of his hand and hit the boards, and his eyes went wide and young.“Kaelen” Dain had gone grey, pressed back to the wall, staring at the head. “Kaelen, that’s the fucking hollower. That is the Mother’s own prophet. There’s one of him in all the north, and you’ve taken his head off in an inn over a serving-girl’s story.”“Shut your mouth.”“The King will...”“I said shut it!” Kaelen rounded on him, and his aura came off him ugly and hot. “Set your heart straight, Dain, or I will set it straight for you and leave two heads on this floor tonight. Do you hear me.”Dain shut it.Then Kaelen came apart. That is what powerful men do when the ground goes out from under them, they come apart loud and break everything they can reach. He put his fist thro
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Chapter: Chapter 135: The Liar’s HourSelenaOf course he is human. Poor Kaelen. This is not your Mael.You should have seen his face. I almost felt for him, kneeling there with the ram’s blood crusting on his chest and his whole life’s hope curdling in the air in front of him, staring at a baby he’d dragged across a continent to butcher and being told it was worth exactly nothing. Almost. I have a great deal of practice at almost.“Stop this!” His voice came out cracked. “Whatever this is. If this is a joke, old man, some trick, you stop it now.”“A joke?” Ilvane turned his blind face on him, and he was angry, the real trembling fury of a spiritual man made a fool of in his own rite. “Do the gods look like clowns to you, Alpha? Does the Mother of the long dark juggle for your pleasure? My nose has not had a moment’s peace since you walked in reeking of human flesh. I left my house and my quiet to come to you, and you made me kneel over a mewling human infant and chant her sacred words at it, and when she asks me why her
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Chapter: Chapter 134: The MarrowstoneThe blood of the ram was going cold on my chest.They had opened its throat over me the hour before, Ilvane murmuring the old words while the dark of it ran down my shoulders and dried there in the lamp-heat, and now it sat on my skin in a stiffening crust. I knelt where he’d put me, stripped to a hide wrap at the waist, and I shook. Not from cold. I have never once shaken from cold. It was the other thing, the wanting, so big in me now that my hands would not hold still on my own thighs.This was it. After all of it. The lesser son. The spare my father looked past. All of it ended here, on a mat in a freezing room, with the most dangerous child born in three ages laid out small between the candles.I looked at the child.Something was wrong with him. I had thought it in the village, the night the air shoved my own mouth off his brow, and I’d thought it again on the road, little things, the eyes too round, the hands too soft, the whole face sitting a hair off the one I’d carried out o
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Chapter: Chapter 133: Born ReadyKaelenI got back to the inn past the deepest hour. The door was barred from the inside, and when I knocked there was no answer.I knocked again. Nothing. The old cold suspicion came up in me at once, because that is what she has made of me these last weeks, a man who hears a silence and reaches straight for betrayal. I put my shoulder to the wood and listened. No child. No breath. No sound of anyone moving. My blood went to ice. Gone. She was gone, the boy with her, and I’d known better than to trust a woman the King knew by name, a woman the soldier had known, a woman every man I crossed seemed to hold some claim on but me.“Selena.” I said it to the dark of the stair. Then louder, past caring who woke. “Selena.”“Relax, my Alpha.”Her voice came from below me, at the foot of the stair. I turned and there she was, climbing up out of the dark with snow on her cloak and the child a sleeping weight in her arms, calm as a holy day, one brow lifting at the state of me.“I took him out fo
Last Updated: 2026-11-02
Chapter: Chapter 132: “I’d Burn It Again”LioraStiles made me a place by his fire and I sat in it and hated every warm minute of it.He didn't push me to talk. He never does. He put dried meat in my hands that I didn't eat and a blanket round my shoulders that I didn't need, and he let me sit there with the anger going cold in my chest. Across the camp, on the far side of the dark, the King sat alone.Riven hadn't come near me since the ford. He hadn't sent anyone, either. He'd set his men to the horses and the watch and then taken the worst post for himself, the cold edge of the camp with his back to the black trees and his face turned north, toward my son, and he sat out there in the wind with no fire of his own.I told myself I didn't care where he sat.But the anger wouldn't hold. It kept slipping, and every time it slipped the thing under it was uglier, because the thing under it was true.I'd called him a monster for burning Frostbane. Frostbane. I made myself say the real name of the place in my own head. The square w
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