Novel & Cerita Wildwood Book Series

Yes… If I could just reach it… The back doors flew open. “There you are, you sneaky bitch.” I froze. A tall, thin man stood in the doorway. My eyes immediately dropped to the leather cut covering his chest. Wild Ridge. My stomach twisted. No… That couldn’t be right. Either he belonged to the club… Or he’d stolen the cut. He climbed inside and crouched beside me. Before I could pull away, his fist tangled in my hair. I cried out as he yanked me toward him. “Lightfoot’s been looking all over for you,” he sneered. “Wonder how happy he’ll be when I hand over his little hacker whore.”

Hey, lovelies! Thank you so much to all of you who have waited for this book's release through the setbacks! For those of you who are new here, this is the fourth installment and should be read after Timber, Mated to Brianna, and Mylo (which is at the end of Timber), but for sure after Mated to Brianna which will set the stage and characters for this book. This book is a slow burn with some spicy heat later on - and lots of it! It’s going to have a few M-M moments, possible triggers, and the heirs can have quite the potty mouths.

This newfound ability imbued the villagers with a sense of security, a tangible defense against the unseen threat. One crisp evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon painting the sky in vibrant hues, a figure emerged from the forest.It was Elara, the village elder, her weathered face etched with an unsettling urgency. "There have been strange occurrences in the Wildwood," she announced, her voice hoarse. "Animals fleeing their territories, an unnatural silence hanging thick in the air." A collective shiver ran through them. The silence in the library, the chilling darkness, was still vivid in their minds. This was not a coincidence.

Prologue - The Moon’s Forgotten Pact Before the forests of Willowmere had names, and before mortals learned to build walls against the dark, there was only the Moon and the Wild. The Moon was light, gentle, patient, and eternal. The Wild was hunger… the heartbeat beneath every root and bone.

I look at his wolf and he tilt his head to the right. What? I just wait for something else. For him to explain himself. He starts to walk again​. I followed. He's now running and I do so as well. We get to the witch tree fast. Faster than I thought possible. I see the stanger thing ever. The Witch tree is glowing. Not much. I guess is imperceptible to human eye but I see a little sparkle. Maybe because it's night time. I look to him and he shoves​ his wolf body towards mine, almost knocking me out.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

It pained me more than I wanted to acknowledge. The scent of Stormhollow hit me before the boundaries even. Pine. Wet earth. Ozone billowed low in the atmosphere like a warning. My shoulders dropped minutely in my seat, and my wolf shifted beneath my skin, bounding back and forth just like she’d done since the Moon. Home usually soothed me. Rooted me to reality. Tonight, it only marginally eased me.

"Back story" Isla Vance had always been the stronger sister. Her younger sister, Elara, was a beautiful, bright, but delicate soul, struggling since childhood with a rare, degenerative blood disease. Isla, working three jobs and putting her own future on hold, poured every cent and ounce of energy into Elara's care, fighting against hospital bills and worsening diagnoses.

Aria Five years ago Last night was the most magical night of my life. After all these years of crushing on Jasper James Kallager, Alpha of the Seattle Wolf Pack, had approached me. He had pulled me into the woods at his birthday party. He pushed me up against a tall oak tree, pressing his hard body against the softness of mine, I bite my lip as I remember thinking there was no way this was happening. The man I have loved since I was four was touching me. He was only a few months older than me and my twin and his Beta, Asher. But I had loved him since we were kids.

The room vibrates with the force of it, and several of Riley's smaller plants shudder on their shelves. "What the hell was that?" Lyric whispers, instinctively pressing closer to Sebastian. His body immediately tenses, muscles coiling with protective instinct as his arm tightens around her. Sebastian's body tenses instinctively, his muscles coiling. His wolf, so recently sated, now bristles with alertness, sensing a powerful predator nearby. The claiming bond pulses between them, heightening his protective instincts to a nearly painful degree. "The Draconis triplets," Riley says, a note of fascination creeping into her voice as she abandons her watering can and moves to the window. "They mus