Three Pines Cast Novels & Stories

They say love can save you. But what if every love you've known only damned you deeper? On the eve of his wedding, the Alpha heir shares a drunken night of passion with two men — one his enemy, the other his future brother-in-law. Morning brings chaos, shame, and secrets too dark to bury. To escape a union he never wanted, he fakes a relationship with his late friend’s widow — the very woman who murdered her husband to be with him. But lies have consequences. And when the truth spirals into tragedy, he’s exiled, hunted, and presumed dead in a plane crash… until a silver thread of fate pulls him back to the very world he tried to run from. Torn between the rival who owns his heart, the man who wants to destroy him, and the ghosts of the ones he’s lost, he must face the truth: He was never the groom of one… He was the Groom of Three Sins.

What could possibly go wrong when you realize that your mate is the twin brother of your secret crush and also your number one bully? Everything. Grace Carter's life turns upside down when she wakes up in the arms of Declan Rivers the brother of Rhys, her best friend and also the boy she had a crush on all her life. Refusing to be mated to the person that tormented her, she ran away. Five years later, Grace with back with twins that belong to the man that she once ran from…. But this time, everything is different. Her best friend now wanted nothing to do with her, and the one that she thought hated her wants to possess her now, more than ever before. Graces realizes now that she had made a mistake, one that had changed the life that should had been. And when enemies from the past seemed to follow her like a black cloud; Would she be able to mend what was broken, or would one single mistake destroy everything?

"You are trembling right in front of us, Beau, so you need to tell us exactly what you want," Dean whispered while adjusting my collar. "I need you to step back before I kill all three of you," I warned him while trying to ignore the heavy ache in my body. "You are producing slick right through your trousers, so I highly doubt you actually want us to leave," Seth murmured. "Get on your knees and let us take care of this heat," Rhett commanded. ~~~ I am the boss of the Southside Syndicate, and I have spent my life hiding a biological condition that would ruin me. I present as a dominant Alpha to the criminal underworld, but my body violently forces me into submissive heats. I survive by taking dangerous suppressants to hide my physical cravings from the men who would overthrow me. However, a violent territory dispute forces me to negotiate a merger with the Northside Triad, requiring me to live inside their secured estate. Rhett, Seth, and Dean are the most lethal Alphas in the city, and they immediately notice my medication failing. When my suppressants completely stop working during an attack, my greatest fear is realized. I expect them to destroy me when they find me begging for release. Instead, the three men decide to claim me, forcing me to balance my public role as a ruthless boss with my private reality as their submissive partner.

After my husband, Samson Ferrell, receives his year-end bonus, he takes his godsister, Maya Taylors, on a three-month overseas trip. Meanwhile, I'm forced to continue working while taking care of our children on my own. In the middle of the night, when my children catch fevers simultaneously, I have to console my younger daughter with soothing words while wiping my oldest daughters down with a damp towel. My phone doesn't stop buzzing the whole time. From time to time, I receive pictures of Samson and Maya in swimwear while lounging under the Moldave sun. Sometimes, I see photos of them skiing happily in Chwiss. Honestly speaking, if Samson is just a friend of mine, I'll find myself admiring his relaxed and casual lifestyle. Unfortunately, he is my legal husband. My phone screen lights up again. This time, it's a racy picture sent by Maya. "Hey, I heard that you're taking care of the children at home. Well then, I shall take good care of Samson." After saving all of the photos and purchase history, I book an appointment with a divorce attorney. The day of Samson's return to the country will be the day he receives a lawsuit to recover marital assets.

On the day we're supposed to register our marriage, my girlfriend Jenny Sutton has me removed from the city hall. She walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Ronald Walsh. She looks at me without a flicker of guilt and says, "Ronald's kid needs his legal status sorted out. Once we divorce, I'll marry you." Everyone assumes I'll wait. I'm the devoted fool who's already waited seven years, so one more month seems trivial. That night, I go along with my family's plan and leave the country for a marriage of convenience. I cut myself cleanly out of Jenny's life. Three years later, I return to the country with my wife, Ellie Olsen, who's a CEO, to pay respects at her family's graves. A last-minute issue pulls her away, and she asks the local branch to send someone to pick me up. I didn't expect Jenny, not after three years. "You have dragged this out long enough. Come back. Ronald's kid will be starting kindergarten soon. You can handle the school runs."

My best friend called me sobbing at two in the morning, saying she owed three hundred thousand dollars in online loans and was begging me to save her life. I told her I'd help cover half. She grabbed my phone and transferred all three hundred thousand. "It's just money—why are you being so stingy? You make six figures. Helping me out shouldn't be a big deal." I swallowed it. A month later, she posted Maldives vacation photos on Instagram. When I asked when she planned to pay me back, she replied—right there in the comments, where every mutual friend could see— "God, stop nagging. Maybe spend that energy making more money instead, you cheapskate. So annoying." I screenshotted everything. Then I opened the civil complaint I'd already drafted. This kind of best friend? We could catch up in court.

On the night of our eighth anniversary, I cooked everything Ethan loved. He didn't come home. I sat alone at the table until the food went cold. Then I did what I always did. I opened Selene's profile on the pack network. New post. One hour ago. A photo of Ethan, shirtless, building a fire in her den. Her hand on his shoulder. Her face turned toward the camera with a smile that showed too many teeth. The caption read: Grateful for old friends who drop everything when you need them. Even their marking anniversaries. I stared at it until my eyes burned. Then I liked it. Filed the bond-dissolution request. And started packing the trunk I'd kept ready for months. Ethan didn't believe it when he found out. "She's throwing a fit," I heard he told his packmates. "Give her three days." "I'll crook my finger and she'll come running back." "She always does." What he didn't understand was why I always came back. It was because I loved him. That was gone now.

CONTAINS ADULT SCENES! “Alena, I love the way you scream my name with me inside you.” Darren's lips curled up, his eyes enjoying the sight of Alena's flushed face beneath his muscular body. “Darren.” “Do you want this to end, Alena? Like how you left me on our engagement day, or do you want me to spend the entire night punishing you?” Darren asked, widening the smirk on his lips. Alena Wilson left her engagement to Darren Scott to marry Jason White, the man she thought loved her deeply. Alena was even willing to give up her luxurious life as heir to the Wilson family fortune just to be with Jason. However, Jason betrayed their marriage. He had an affair with Kyle Muller, Alena's close friend. Alena was humiliated, insulted, and divorced dishonorably. Jason's family kicked Alena out of the house that was actually purchased with Alena's own money. Jason's family felt victorious for having discarded Alena like trash. At a party, they were all shocked to see Alena step out of a luxury car, wearing a dress that further accentuated her beauty. Even the three handsome and influential CEOs who were also present there, Darren Scott, Gavin Scott, and Adrian Scott, walked over to Alena and each extended their hands while saying in unison, “Miss Wilson, would you like to dance with me?”

I, Julian Manning, am the top salesman at a car dealership, and I never refuse any customer's request. But today, I turn away a regular customer who comes in for a free maintenance service. My colleague is stunned. "Are you crazy? He's our biggest client who's about to buy the only 4-million-dollar top spec car in the store!" I nod and reply, "That's right. He's exactly the one I'm refusing." When the store manager sees the customer, Marvin Haas, angrily raise his phone to file a complaint, he rushes over to smooth things over. "Mr. Haas, please calm down. He's new and doesn't know better. Please come inside, I'll personally take care of everything..." I step to the side and block the entrance. "No. If you let him in, I'll resign right now." Marvin's face turns red with anger, and he points a trembling finger at. "I'm just here for a free maintenance. Is this really necessary?" I meet his gaze and say solemnly, word by word, "Yes, it is."

The news came that Raymond had been shot. I was seven months pregnant, but I flew straight across the country to the family's East Coast compound—and got detained the moment I stepped inside. “Never heard of the Don having a fiancée, and pregnant no less. You've got some nerve running a con on Carraso turf.” The barrel of a gun pressed cold against my temple. My heart was clawing its way up my throat when I caught sight of a familiar figure across the room. “Raffina,” I shouted, “tell them I'm your brother-in-law's fiancée.” Raffina gave a small wave of her hand, and the man holding the gun immediately bent at the waist. “Donna, I didn't know she was a friend of yours. My mistake.” I stared with wide eyes, unable to make sense of what I was seeing. Inside the compound, the same man crossed to where Raymond sat on the couch without a scratch on him, and gave a formal nod. “Don, she claims she's your fiancée.” Raymond took a slow sip of his whiskey and shook his head, just barely. They dragged me out, and on the way the man slapped me across the face, warning me not to try my con act anywhere near the family again. I pulled the engagement ring off my finger and went straight to International Financial Tower.