Romans Familial Bond Werewolf & Histoires Possessive Revenge

Four years of endless back-to-back IVF and pack doctor appointments, and Rosa Gates, the Princess Luna of Everwoods pack, is ready to wave the white flag to ever getting pregnant. She is pushed aside and regarded with deep disdain by many pack members for being a ‘cursed childless husk’ and a threat to the Royal lineage. Her only consolation, the balm to her breaking heart was her mate Alpha prince Kelvin. That is, until he becomes the thorn in her flesh. He impregnated her best friend, who was also his secretary, and split her world down the middle. She leaves with a heavy heart and a burning desire to start anew, not knowing that something had already changed about her–three innocent lives were growing within her. She returns after seven years, stronger than all those who had stomped on her and ready to conquer. Kelvin, still childless and buried in debt, tries to crawl back into her life but she turns around and entwines her arms with his biggest rival, his older brother, the crown prince, and says; “It's too late my children already have a father,”

Tresia Bellamy was the outcast her father wished he could erase, the daughter he broke and left to rot while showering her stepsister and his adopted son with everything she was denied. But Tresia was done being the family's punching bag. Her revenge? Seduce Emereo, the adopted heir her father cherished and the man her stepsister desperately wanted. Make him hers, and watch the Bellamys choke on the scandal. “The Bellamy siblings have a weird relationship.”  Her father cared so much about the family reputation, but he didn't worry about that when her mother died because of his infidelity and the cruelty on their matebond.  So the last laughter would be hers. There was just one problem. Emereo wasn't as innocent as she thought, and Tresia might not be the only one playing a game. She came to ruin him. What happens when she becomes the prey instead?

“You're playing with fire, Little Wolf,” Damon growled, crowding me against the cold locker room wall until his massive frame blocked out the light. He was still half-dressed in his gear, carrying the scent of fresh ice, heat, and danger. His breath brushed against my cheek, sending a shiver through me. His broad hand slid up my ribs, his thumb pressing against my racing pulse as his dark gaze held mine. My knees nearly buckled beneath the weight of his stare. “And I'm sure you know what happens when you play with fire?”