Novel Web & Cerita Playboy Misunderstanding Sweet Love

Keshera thought a simple deal with her brother’s dangerously hot, off-limits best friend would solve everything. The terms? Dexter teaches her how to seduce Drey, the untouchable captain of the hockey team. But late-night practice sessions turn fiercely real, and Dexter’s obsession shatters his control. In a blur of primal hunger, he bites her throat, permanently claiming her as his own and dragging her into a hidden, brutal world of werewolves she never knew existed. Bound to a man she shouldn't crave, Keshera is thrown straight into the path of her original target. Except the moment she finally gets close to Drey, a devastating fated mate bond snaps into place. Then the cruel lie unravels: the ruthless man wearing the captain’s jersey isn’t Drey at all. He’s a twin acting as an imposter while the real Drey is secretly fighting for his life. Now, Keshera is the ultimate prize in a terrifying Alpha war. Trapped between a possessive best friend who refuses to let her go, a dangerously intoxicating fake boyfriend whose wolf demands she belongs to him, and a devastating, blood-soaked secret about her own brother's identity, her human world is burning down. But as the rival Alphas tear the ice apart to fight for her... what happens when the real Drey finally wakes up?

I swear, all I wanted was to make some easy money off my breast milk. But how come? After feeding the little one, they want me to feed the big one too? I stood in the Alpha's study, staring at the pack Healer, who looked way too excited, and at Alpha Roman himself, who sat behind his desk rubbing his temples like this conversation was physically hurting him. The Healer cleared her throat. "Miss Johnson, the little heir accepts your milk not just because you're human. We ran your blood work. You most likely carry white wolf bloodline. Your milk has natural healing properties." She glanced at the Alpha. Then back at me. "Alpha Roman has been struck with heat toxin. There is no known cure. But your milk could detox him. He says if you agree to help, he'll raise your salary to a hundred thousand dollars. A month." "Even if I wanted to," I said, spreading my hands, "I don't produce enough milk for a grown man. Look at him. He's huge." "That's not a problem," the Healer said cheerfully. "I'll share a method with you. To boost your supply." My phone buzzed. She'd texted me a list. How to increase your milk supply: Eat more protein. Exercise. Let your partner massage your breasts. Stimulate the nipples? Have really good sex, and reach your climax more often??? I stared at number four so hard I completely missed the last thing the Healer said out loud. Something about how the milk only works fresh. Something about how it has to be taken... directly from the source.