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last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-09-27 00:41:13

"Pour it here or on the mahogany table?" Tamsin asks, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness as she gestures toward the plush seating area of the Whitaker River Estate.

Sterling gives a curt nod, his dark eyes unreadable. The scent of wild mountain pine and heavy rain fills the air around him, his Alpha aura pressing down on the room so hard my skin prickles. I squeeze my arms against my sides, painfully aware of the way my thick thighs spill over the edges of my frame, the soft curve of
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  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   6

    “I let myself believe for a brief moment that I only imagined Beckett seeing another female,” I murmur into the dark, resting my head against the pillows.The numbness creeps back in, helped along by a heavy gulp of raw spirit. Vaughn slips into our bed late, sliding a warm, calloused palm up my thigh as he settles beneath the heavy furs.“Fallon,” Vaughn mutters, his breath smelling of campfire smoke and ale. “There is a great pack gathering tomorrow at the Redstone Country Club. If your head is clear of pain, I expect you by my side.”These seasonal gatherings are the pack’s substitute for grand winter feasts. For the lower-ranked guards, scouts, and kitchen workers, it is the sole perk of the year—a rare chance to drink free mead and rub shoulders with Alpha elites like Vaughn and the senior pack leaders. I am the Luna of the Mercer Pack. Vaughn only keeps me on his arm because I project the polished, unblemished image he requires for public pack assemblies and council announcement

  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   5

    “Beckett. Oh fuck, yeah.”He slows his thrusts, turning my chin so my gaze locks directly onto his.Uh-oh.“Fallon. This isn't just mindless rutting. Say what this is, or I’m pulling out right now.”“It’s a mating heat. It’s raw, primal sex. Keep going, oh don’t you dare stop. I’ll shatter if you stop.”He crushes his lips to mine again, his low growl vibrating against my ear. “I am making love to you, Fallon. Say the words. Tell me you want me to make love to you.”“No. Just take me, Beckett, just take me.” I buck my hips upward, forcing my body against his thick length.“Fallon, come on.”I can feel him going soft inside me, the friction slowing down. This is dangerous territory. “Please? I need this so desperately. This is all we have left. Don’t throw it away. Please?”He resumes his rhythm, and I know I’ve won the battle. His eyes are squeezed shut as if enduring physical agony, until he hears my ragged gasp and leans down to claim my mouth as we both shatter together.Why am I c

  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   4

    “Thirty-four rotations of the moon since I started counting,” I murmur, pacing the cedar floorboards of the Mercer Pack House.My weekly sobbing fits have shrunk to mere seconds, sometimes skipping days entirely. Part of me considers stamping them out completely. Nobody in the Mercer Pack knows Vaughn is sharing his bed with Mallory Keats except Beckett Hollis. Sweeping the betrayal under the rug feels like burying my head in the dirt, but facing the raw truth requires more courage than my bruised spirit can muster right now.Kinsley Reddick would be the first person I’d confide in, yet guilt holds my tongue. If I share a single fragment of this mess with Kinsley, I will spill every agonizing detail. Admitting the depth of what I share with Beckett—this reckless, secret arrangement—means acknowledging feelings I refuse to cultivate. How could I let anyone in when my chest is hollow?I manage the daily duties, driving Colby and Lando

  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   3

    “Thirty-three,” Beckett Hollis says, his rough alpha tone vibrating straight against my chest. “Two pups. Sons, thirteen and twelve.”“You certainly kept busy back then,” I mutter, staring up at the carved timber beams of the Mercer Pack House.“Tell me about it,” he chuckles, his wolf’s warmth radiating through the sheets. “Want some lunch?”“Already ate during my shift at the Redstone Country Club,” I say, turning my head to look at him properly.Beckett winks, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. “Didn’t think I’d wrap up my pack patrols so fast. I wanted to make sure we had plenty of time before the evening patrol.”We share a quiet, guilty smile in the dimly lit bedroom.“Does she live with you in the Hollis Pack territory?” I ask, shifting my weight against the mattress. “Your daughter?”Beckett nods, his b

  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   2

    "Your top," I breathed out, my gaze glued to his broad chest as he yanked the fabric over his head. "Sweet goddess, I am losing my mind."He caught my fingers, guiding them straight to his mouth, sucking gently on my fingertips while his sharp intake of breath echoed off the walls. When I grazed his hardened nipple with my teeth, a guttural groan tore from his throat, driving me to press my hips desperately against his groin. I slid my palm down, wrapping my hand over his heavy erection through the thin material of his trousers."Are you certain about this, Fallon?" he panted, his cobalt eyes burning with a raw, primal need.Without answering with words, I guided his hand down between my thighs, pressing his knuckles against the soaked fabric of my shorts. He brought his fingers straight to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhaled my scent. The deep dimples in his cheeks reappeared, telling me my arousal was intoxicating to him.In seconds, he had me flat

  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   Breaking The Broken Bond- 1

    "You are early," I said, pulling the heavy oak door open before his knuckles could strike the wood a second time.The pack technician blinked, staring down at his metal clipboard as if trying to reconcile my face with a service ticket. I stood in the entryway of the Mercer Pack House, having spent the entire morning staring out at the courtyard pool while my mind tore itself apart. My introspection evaporated the moment a stranger with broad shoulders and storm-blue eyes stepped onto my porch. He wore the standard khaki uniform of the pack maintenance crew, but the way his muscular thighs strained against the fabric made my wolf stir beneath my skin with an urgent, demanding hunger."Fallon Mercer?" he asked, his voice low and rich with a gravelly edge that sent a shiver straight down my spine.I nodded, clutching my wedding band so hard my knuckles turned white. "Just Fallon."A slow, crooked grin broke across his face, revealing deep dimples that completely disarmed my frayed nerves

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