Wrong Target Novels & Stories

Even these gross hard ginger candies my mother-in-law told me about don't work. Disgusted at the thought of eating another one, I toss the offending candy back in my drawer and slam it shut just as Steve jumps out of his chair, arms raised victoriously. "Woo hoo! Nailed it! Did you see that three-pointer?" he yells, eyes still glued to the monitor. "Nailed it!"

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

She’d already informed nearly everyone they knew about the upcoming wedding. That alone nearly triggered Arielle into a panic attack at 6 a.m. Then, during lunch break, Instagram—armed with its usual cruelty—that damned, no-good app—did its bit in taunting her with pictures of Daniel and Miss Right on their fifth trip together. Yes, she had been counting. What broke her wasn’t even the trip. It was the location. Greece. Their planned honeymoon destination. But instead of crying at work, she had powered through her tasks, held herself together, and slipped into Midnight Halo immediately after closing hours.

Winter break would take care of that. Wrong.

Not breaking. Waiting.

Something was wrong. Something was missing.

I stood on my feet, threw the papers at him, and yelled, "What the fuck, Jay?" He eyes me like he is genuinely confused which made me more irritated. I scoffed, "Apparently, Money did change people, huh!" His jaw tightened, but his expression never faltered. “You wanted marriage. Here it is. Don’t make this harder." I scrunched my nose, "What do you mean by saying 'you' want us to get married? I thought we were both on the same page since you were the one who proposed."

As soon as I made it in the door, Zaria begins to tell me that today wasn't going to get any better. I took a deep breathe and prepared myself for the mountain of bad news. "What happened?" I asked. "We mixed up two orders again and the big oven has gone out." She replied. I just couldn't believe my day. I went in my office and closed the door. I needed a moment to get myself together. I called my delivery guys and sent them back to the events they had delivered the cupcakes. I had them both switch addresses and had them deliver to the right customers. At this point was fustrated. I had to pause a minute. I felt a small headache coming on. I still needed the oven fixed.

Sundown passed. I lost. “Do it,” I say. Wrath closes his eyes. “Yes, Mother.” He leaves. Draven and I stay. Silent. Mates. Enemies. The war for Duskbane starts now. And I’m on the wrong side of the door.

Elara Hart is the Infernal Pack’s omega, the girl everyone pushes around and the laughingstock of a pack that has never shown her an ounce of respect. For years, she has been hopelessly in love with Kevin Blackwood, the District Alpha’s son and the boy she’s given her all since childhood.On the night of Kevin’s initiation as the new District Alpha, Elara expects her life to finally change. Instead, it shatters.Standing before the entire pack, Kevin announces Mira Clark as his mate. As cameras flash and laughter erupts around her, Elara watches the last pieces of her dignity crumble. Humiliated, rejected, and betrayed, she finally realizes a painful truth:She has spent her entire life begging