Alisha Diphda Novels & Stories

Alisha had been lied to since she can remember, the ones who loved her kept important information from her to keep her safe. Mainly that she is a shapeshifter and who her parents really are. She is still blind to many things and it's hard to find her way at times. How do you know if someone is really your mate ? There are too many things confusing that answer and she needs answers. The past caught up with her but more troubles find her in Spain. Old problems meet new ones causing her to make hard life decisions. Who is lying and who is truly her friend in the troubled world. The rogue sperm donor promised her to his Beta and he wants her .But he isn't the only one who has plans that include her. Evil finds her again and she will have to be strong to beat it. Who will win her heart and help set the path of her life to keep her safe?

My back hit the cold wall of the Alpha’s packhouse, my breath hitched in my throat as the triplets closed in—Asher, Alaric, and Argent. Asher leaned in first, his mouth brushing against my ear. “Sign the contract, Alisha,” he growled. “You’re ours. Your body, soul, and every filthy little sound you make.” I swallowed hard as Alaric’s fingers traced a circle around my swollen areola in an infuriating slow-mo. “See, your body is already responding, stop pretending you don’t want to be ruined by us.” Argent stepped in last, his hand skimming under the hem of my dress. “You’re trembling, sweetheart. Not from fear… but from need. Say the word, and we’ll own every inch of you.” “And if I say no?” my voice was shaky as I bit down the moan crawling up my throat. The three of them exchanged glances and then turned to me. And like a rehearsed lyric, they all unisoned. “Then we make you beg on your knees. And we won’t stop until you forget your own name… just ours.” Asher grabbed my chin, tilting it up. “Last chance, sweetheart. Safe word or surrender.” My lips parted. “I surrender.” That was all they needed. Alaric was behind me instantly, lips on my neck, one hand wrapping around my waist, the other dragging the strap of my dress down torturously slow. “Good girl,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my skin. “You’re ours now.” •••••••• This is not just a love story. It’s survival. And it starts with rejection…