Novels by Sweet Kisses

Laura stood there as if struck by lightning. The slap was a physical thing — hot, bright — but the words lodged deeper. I will kill your fated mate. The syllables looped and replayed themselves inside her skull until her knees finally gave. She collapsed, not with a graceful fall but with a sagging, useless slump; the ground hit her like the truth.Marcus was there in a blink, arms around her before she hit the dirt. He caught her, gathered her against his chest — large, warm, and steady — and for a moment that steadiness was the only anchor she could hold. He smelled of iron and sweat and the wild tang of wolf; it mattered less than the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear.“Raine—” he began, but she wasn’t Raine to him in that moment; she was all the names she’d been called, all the plans and fights and betrayals, and the word that formed was useless. Her eyes stared past him, unfocused, the fight drained out of them.Marcus’s hands shook slightly as he drew her closer, voice qu

Laura’s steps were shaky, but she couldn’t stop herself. Her gaze locked on Sebastian, on the sight she wished she had never seen.His eyes.Blue. Not gray. Never gray.Her stomach dropped, the floor of her entire world ripped out from under her. A hollow ache tore through her chest, raw and sharp, because she had built everything on that single detail. That was why she had entered this pack. Why she had endured humiliation, lowered herself to a maid’s place, tolerated Marcus’s endless chaos—because of Sebastian’s gray eyes. The gray that tied him to them.But this—this was a lie. A trick. A mask she had fallen for.Her lips parted, a stammer clawing out, cracked and uneven. “Why… why is his eyes…” The words refused to finish, her voice snapping like a frayed wire.Seraphina whipped around, pulling Sebastian tighter against her, blocking Laura’s view of him completely. “Stay away,” she spat, venomous and sharp. “You’ve done enough.”Laura flinched but couldn’t back away. Her fists cur

In the next heartbeat, Marcus lunged. A blur of shadow and muscle, his body slammed forward with unrestrained force, the ground erupting under his weight. His jaws snapped, aiming for Sebastian’s throat, the sound of teeth meeting air as Sebastian twisted just in time, their bodies colliding in a vicious crash that rattled the broken window panes behind them.Sebastian snarled, countering with a swipe of his claws, but Marcus didn’t retreat—he pressed harder, their growls colliding like storm and fire. Each strike was personal, each clash echoing years of rivalry, resentment, and unspoken wounds.From the sidelines, Laura staggered forward, her vision still hazy, her body trembling with exhaustion and rage. The sight of Colin, unconscious and bloodied, sprawled in the dirt ignited something primal in her chest. Her wolf stirred violently inside her, clawing, demanding release.And then—she let go.Her bones cracked and reformed, fur erupting along her skin as her wolf form surged fort

He appeared like a shadow breaking from the night, fury radiating off him in waves. His wolf glimmered just beneath his skin, his eyes bright with that same untamed fire that made him unpredictable. Without hesitation, he tore Sebastian away from Penelope, shoving him back with a force that rattled the ground.Sebastian staggered but caught himself, his gaze snapping to Marcus with wild disbelief.Marcus positioned himself in front of Penelope, who lay trembling and bloodied on the stones, his chest heaving, his teeth bared in a silent promise.“You’ll go through me before you touch her again,” Marcus snarled, voice low, dangerous.The courtyard froze. Laura’s breath hitched from afar. And for the first time, it wasn’t about heirs, about councils, about birthright. It was brother against brother—fated to collide.Sebastian straightened slowly, his chest rising and falling like a predator caged by his own fury. He wiped the blood from his jaw with the back of his hand, golden eyes lock

Laura thought this was it—the end she had never once imagined would come from his hands. Her vision tunneled, black at the edges, her body slackening beneath the crushing weight of his grip. Her wolf howled inside, faint and distant, but even that was fading.Then—A thunderous growl tore through the room. It rattled the walls, primal and commanding, vibrating straight through her bones.In an instant, Sebastian was gone. One heartbeat he was on top of her, the next his weight vanished, ripped away as though yanked by an unseen force. Laura collapsed to her side, the floor cold against her cheek as she coughed and dragged in ragged breaths. Each inhale burned, sharp and raw, but it was air—precious, greedy air.Her hand flew to her throat, fingers trembling against the red marks seared into her skin. She tried to stand, her legs unsteady, the room tilting as she staggered. Her wolf snarled for composure, for strength, but her lungs still seized with each breath.Through blurred vision

The door creaked, just enough to let the dim hallway light bleed into Sebastian’s chamber. Laura froze in the doorway, her fingers curling around the frame. The sound hit her first — ragged, uneven, the kind of breath that clawed up a man’s throat like it was dragging him down instead of keeping him alive.Her eyes narrowed.Sebastian sat hunched on the edge of the bed, chest heaving, one hand clutching at himself as though he could stop whatever war was happening inside. His hair clung damp against his temples, his eyes wild, unfocused. Vulnerable.For a moment, Laura only stood there. Her pulse quickened, not out of pity but confusion — because this image, this gasping young Alpha, collided with the dream that still burned faintly in her own mind, the phantom memory of him bleeding beneath her hands. It was as if fate had twisted her imagination and laid it before her in reality.Her wolf stirred restlessly, a low growl curling in her chest. Help him? Or let him choke on his nightma