LOGINIn the heart of the SilverStone Pack, Sabrina Evergreen is chained to an Alpha who despises her. Her Husband, Alpha Damien Prince has spent two years punishing her for the murder of his true love, Elara, Sabrina’s twin sister. Yet beneath the loathing burns a raw, vivid, hunger. Every time her scent fills the room, Damien’s cock hardens, his wolf snarls mine, and he hates her more for it. When a rogue ambush leaves Damien broken and unable to fuck the wife he both craves and despises—he makes a ruthless decision: share her. He invites his bond brothers, Lucius and Thorne Blackwood, his best friends and Sabrina’s estranged stepbrothers—to take her body until he can reclaim it himself. What begins as punishment becomes obsession. Thorne pins Sabrina down with bruising grips and filthy taunts, fucking her hard and deep while whispering how much he hates that he needs her. Lucien binds her wrists, edges her until she’s sobbing, then fills her slow and deliberate, murmuring dark praises against her throat. Damien watches from his chair—cock throbbing in his hand, commanding every thrust, every moan, every time she comes apart. The lines blur fast. Rough hands turn tender. Hateful words melt into desperate confessions. And the true mate bond Sabrina’s hidden for years begins to roar awake—not just for Damien, but for all three of them. As rogue attacks escalate and a blood debt from the past demands her life as payment, Sabrina is forced to confront the truth: the men who own her body might finally want her heart. But trust is fragile, and betrayal cuts deepest when it comes from the ones who’ve already claimed every inch of you.
View MoreMy hands move to Damien's arms, lathering up his shoulder and working the suds into his skin. They trail down over his arms, and as I work the soap in, I can see how tense and strained his muscles are.The biceps that once pinned me down so easily now twitch each time I apply the slightest pressure in pressing them."Sabrina..." Damien's voice is rough, a warning laced with something else."You asked for help bathing," I say, my voice steady despite the heat building between us.I turn and kneel in front of his chair, water pounding against my back as I start with his chest. My soapy hands glide over the hard planes of muscle, my fingers tracing the ridges of scars from old battles and the new ones I noticed when I came in. My tongue still itches to ask about them, but I don't.Once I'm done with his chest, I know the next place to go would be lower, but the thought makes a tight feeling course through the lower part of my body.I stand instead and put some more body wash into my hands
The lock clicks open again, and this time, Damien wheels into my room.His presence isn't something I expect, and it pulls me from the haze of want Lucien left in me. I straighten my dress and wipe my lips as if I could erase that kiss, but I can't, and I catch myself in the middle of my actions.I shouldn't be nervous.I shouldn't be fidgety like this, but it's like his mere presence elicits the reaction in me.The door closes behind Damien, and his brown eyes fix on me, his gaze hard and cold like winter frost."Lucien said you want sex."As always, Damien's words land harsh and blunt. My stomach twists, and my neck itches to turn away from his gaze, but I don't. After days of ignoring me, locking me away like some dirty criminal, this is the reason he comes to me?He doesn't come to check if I'm okay, or to explain what he and the council have been discussing with me restricted in my rooms like some prize cattle. He doesn't come to explain what's been happening while he blocked me
Lucien's voice hardens drastically, "Starvation?"I know it’s petty of me to mention that instead of the real issue here, but I don’t care.Lucien sitting beside me like this does something to my mind. Either of them sitting beside me does something to my mind, the same way Damien always does, but he’s too busy hating me to actually come see me.I feel something press into my hand, pulling me back to the present. When I bring it to my nose and smell it, I realize it’s a wrapped sandwich. Lucien’s voice vibrates with a dangerous edge as he speaks."Eat. I’ll handle the guards."I can’t even stop him when he gets up and walks out. My heart starts to thud as I wonder what handling the guards probably means. When we were younger, Lucien and Thorne Blackwood were famous for being unbeatable. Literally.Now that they’re older, I doubt any of that has changed. Garrick wouldn’t stand even an inch of a chance if Lucien decided he wanted to dish out a beating. My only worry is that it’ll be lin
The shards of the vase are scattered across the floor, glinting in the sunlight, but I don't care. I reach for something else, a book, a basket, whatever will give a good thud, and hurl it."Let me out! You can't keep me here like this!"The guards outside don't respond, at least not with words. But while my chest rises and falls heavily, I hear their low chuckles through the wood of my door."Seems the Luna's throwing a tantrum, like a little girl who just got grounded."Snickers follow, and humiliation burns my cheeks, but the rage in me pushes it down. I stomp over to the door and kick it, my foot throbbing through my shoes at the impact, but I keep kicking regardless, "Open this door, you stinking fucks! I'm your Luna!"Footsteps approach after that, heavy and deliberate. The lock clicks and the door swings open, but the person standing before me is the last person I want to see.Garrick's massive frame fills the doorway, two other guards flanking him with their hands on their wea
The rumor spreads like poison even as the battle goes on at the borders.I didn’t think the people I had worked with less than an hour ago would suddenly act like they didn’t know me at all, but that’s exactly what happens.Oil lamps cast yellow light, illuminating the huddles of refugees slouched
Damien and I watch from the upper floor as the stretchers arrive.Warriors are carried in on them, blood soaking their uniforms and smeared on their faces as their lips let out pain-filled sounds.Refugees trickle in too. Women and pups from the outpost towns and villages. Scared, wide-eyed, and cr
The air in the room thickens instantly.Damien's eyes slide back to fix on me, and my tongue seems to have frozen over, heavy and cold in my throat.What is he doing here? He… He wasn't supposed to be here.When I turn to look at Thorne, he’s wearing a shit-eating grin on his face. He turns to Dami
The wound at the side of my ribs throbs with pain when I wake up.I clean the gash again when I take my bath and look at the angry red skin around it. It's still healing, but the process isn't the most enjoyable.When I step out into the packhouse and go down for some breakfast, I see the news of l
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