CHAPTER 1

SONYA'S POV

I'm going to throw up.

Not because of the champagne I drank at Mom's engagement party, though that probably didn't help, but because Derek Savage, the guy I've been in love with since high school, is currently making out with Brittany Beckett against the marble fountain in his father's garden.

And I have to watch it happen because I'm hiding behind a rosebush like a complete psycho.

"Shit," I mutter, ducking lower when Derek's hand slips under Brittany's short dress, his fingers digging into her thigh as he grinds his hard cock against her hip. 

She's moaning into his mouth, her legs parting slightly to let him press closer, and I can see the outline of his erection straining against his pants.

My wolf whimpers pathetically in my head, her heat mirroring the ache building in my core, and I mentally tell her to shut up. 

We already knew this was coming.

The moment Mom announced she was marrying Alpha Garrick Savage three months ago, any fantasy I had about confessing my secret love for Derek died a painful death.

Because you can't date your stepbrother. That's like, rule number one of not being a trash person.

But right now, watching him finger the edge of Brittany's panties, his thumb brushing over her clit through the fabric while she arches against him, still feels like being ripped apart from the inside. 

My pussy clenches emptily, jealous and wet, betraying me as I imagine it's my thighs he's spreading.

"Enjoying the show?"

I nearly scream, whipping around to find a man standing behind me. And not just any man, the kind of man who makes your brain short-circuit and your panties instantly soaked.

He's tall.

Like, ridiculously tall. At least six-three, with dark-brown hair that's slightly messy in that way that probably costs a fortune to achieve.

His grey eyes are cold and insanely piercing, and his jawline looks carved to ruin lives.

He's also smirking at me like he knows exactly what I was doing, his eyes dropping briefly to my chest where my nipples have hardened under my dress.

"I wasn't… I'm not…" I scramble to my feet, nearly tripping over my heels. "I was just looking for the bathroom."

"In the bushes?" He raises a brow. "That's quite… interesting."

My face burns. "Who the hell are you?"

"Reign Savage." He extends a hand, and I notice the expensive watch on his wrist, the tattoos peeking out from under his suit sleeve. "Derek's older brother. And you must be Sonya, the girl who's been eye-fucking my little brother for the past two hours."

Oh goddess. I want to die. Right here, right now. Just let the earth open up and swallow me whole.

"I have not been… that's completely… you're an asshole."

His smirk widens. "I've been called worse."

He steps closer, and I catch his scent, pine and something darker, something primal that makes my wolf sit up and pay attention in a way she never does with Derek. 

It hits me low in the belly, making my clit throb with sudden need.

Which is wrong. So fucking wrong.

"For what it's worth," Reign says, his voice dropping lower, "my brother's an idiot."

"Excuse me?"

"If I had a woman look at me the way you look at him, I sure as hell wouldn't waste my time with Brittany Beckett." His eyes rake over me slowly and deliberately, lingering on my hips, my breasts, before meeting mine again. "I'd have you bent over that fountain, dress hiked up around your waist, pounding my cock inside you until you scream my name and forget all about him."

My mouth falls open. 

Did he just… My thighs squeeze together instinctively, the slick heat between them growing as I picture it, his thick shaft stretching me, filling me deep while the water splashes behind us.

"Reign! There you are!"

We both turn to see Alpha Garrick walking toward us, my mother on his arm.

She looks beautiful in her emerald cocktail dress, her face glowing with happiness that makes my chest ache.

"Father," Reign says, his entire demeanor hardening. The predatory heat vanishes, replaced by cool composure. "Congratulations on the engagement."

"Thank you, son." Garrick claps him on the shoulder before turning to me. "And Sonya! I see you've met my eldest son."

"Yes, sir." I force a smile, trying to ignore how Reign's eyes are still fixed on me darkly, and the way my soaked panties stick to my folds. "We just met."

"Reign lives up north," Mom explains, linking her arm through mine. "He leads his own pack there. We rarely see him."

"My pack keeps me busy," Reign says smoothly. "But I wouldn't miss this. After all, I'm gaining a stepsister." His gaze locks with mine. "How fortunate."

The way he says "stepsister" makes it sound dirty, like he's already imagining claiming me.

"Well… uhm… I should get back to the party," I mumble, desperate to escape before I do something stupid. "Excuse me."

I practically run back to the house, my heart pounding.

What the hell was that?

And why the hell do I feel my pussy dripping down my thighs, aching for a cock that isn't Derek's?