Is The Bastard Worth Reading?

“He pressed me to the wall with one hand tight around my throat, the other sliding beneath the thin silk clinging to my skin. I should’ve been begging for help. Instead, my knees went weak when he leaned in, his mouth hot against my ear. ‘Does it hurt, darling?’ he whispered. I shook my head, even as his fingers left bruises. ‘Good. I like it when you take it.’ God, I hated him. God, I wanted him to never let go.” A DARK, EROTIC TALE OF OBSESSION, HUMILIATION, AND HUNGER. They called him the Devil, a sadist with a crooked smile and hands built for breaking men. In the underworld’s most perverse auction, Luca Ruelle is nothing but trembling prey, sold for a price no soul should fetch. Silk-wrapped, bare, choking on shame and smoke, he should be praying for rescue. But Kain Astor doesn’t rescue. He claims, corrupts, and devours. He teaches Luca how it feels to be owned. How pain can bloom where fear lives. How pleasure is just another kind of cruelty. Every command is a dare, every punishment a promise. Under Kain’s hands, Luca learns the exquisite agony of surrender, and the terror of how badly he needs it. He should be fighting for his life. Instead, he’s sinking to his knees, eyes glazed, lips parted, whispering the one word that seals his fate— “Please.”

I was supposed to die. Five years ago, my life ended. My husband betrayed me. My child was stolen. My wolf went silent. I was left alone, broken, and terrified. Everyone thought I’d stay that way. They were wrong. I came back to a home that wasn’t mine anymore. My husband had moved on, marrying the cousin who once coveted him… the woman who stole everything I loved. Everything had moved on without me. And then he appeared. Hayes Whitmore— dangerous, strong, impossible to ignore. The bastard prince. He saved me from the monsters that hunted me, but there’s something in him darker than anything I’ve ever faced. Even worse, he’s a Lycan, and I was raised to believe Lycans are enemies. He doesn’t ask me to trust him. He doesn’t beg for my heart. And yet… every time his hand brushes mine, every word he speaks, every heated look he gives me, I feel something I shouldn’t. What I feel for him is forbidden. And yet… I ache for him. I crave him. I need him. Every touch, every glance, every dangerous moment makes me question everything I thought I knew about loyalty, love, and myself. Bound by lies, lust, and anger, I’ll awaken a wolf forged from pain — a wolf that will take back everything stolen from me. And maybe, if I let him, he’ll claim me fully… body, heart, and soul. This isn’t a love story. It’s survival. Obsession. Lust. Revenge. And a desire so dangerous it could destroy us both.

BASTARD SON OF THE VIKINGS Palermo does not forgive. Neither does it forget. When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm—but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city. Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named. The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings. The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother’s resolve. But whispers spread faster than steel through the night—rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart: Guerrero Valenti. The father who abandoned him. The legend whose name alone commands obedience. The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire. And when he comes, Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall. Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood. This is the story of survival. Of fire and steel. Of a mother and her son. Of a father’s return. Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood … the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a “BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI. And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .

She was born a bastard. They poured wine on her, laughed at her mother’s grave, and thought she’d stay broken. They were wrong. Ava Rosier took their scorn, their money, and their men, one ruthless billionaire, one mafia emperor, and one forbidden brother who shares her blood. Now the illegitimate daughter sits on the throne they built, crown forged from their tears, rose petals dipped in their blood. Three psychopaths kneel at her feet, obsessed, ruined, and willing to burn the world for her smile. She never chose between them. She chose everything. This is the rise of the Blackened Queen. And no one escapes her empire alive.

My father’s death was ruled a suicide, but I knew it was murder. The last word he left behind was a name: Volkov. So I buried the girl I once was, built a new identity, and walked straight into the world of the man I believed had taken him from me. Damian Volkov was everything one should fear—cold, brilliant, untouchable. Yet the longer I stayed, the more I saw the fractures beneath his control. Behind his silence lived a sorrow that mirrored mine. I sought vengeance, but somewhere between hate and obsession, I fell for the man I swore to ruin. Now I stand between the monster who ruined me and the only man I have ever truly loved. Until a truth I never thought possible tore through every reason I had to hate him: He is my stepbrother, born from a one-night stand my father could neither bury nor escape.

Twenty-two years ago, the Amethyst Alpha found out he was going to be a father. The next day, he met his True Mate. As the coward he was, he made sure his pregnant girlfriend wouldn't be a problem and banned her from the pack and tried to get her killed. She just barely survived... And a few months later, I was born. The bastard child of the Alpha. For years, I have planned the moment in which I would come back and avenge my mother's name. Now, it was time to take everything that was rightfully mine and nothing would make me hesitant. What my plans never took under consideration was Delilah. F*ck. What a f*cking horrible joke the Moon Goddess was playing on me?