

Stories


The BOY would could be your MATE
The first rule of pretending to be your twin brother? Never let another boy get too close. That rule died the moment I stepped into the academy locker room. One locker room. One shower. One hundred boys. Every day is another chance for someone to notice the curves I'm hiding beneath my uniform... or the secret that could destroy my family. Justin made it his personal mission to be that someone. The academy's star player lives to get under my skin. He steals my towel. Picks fights after every match. Invades every inch of my personal space with that infuriating grin, completely unaware that the "boy" he can't stop provoking is actually a girl. Then his wolf starts acting strangely. Not around girls. Around me. Now the Alpha who should be searching for his destined mate can't stop watching the one person he believes could never be it. If Justin discovers the truth, I'll lose my brother's future. If fate reveals it first... The boy who could be his mate was never a boy at all.


The kings Whore
They gave me a title the night they brought me to the palace. Not a name. Not a rank. A title — the kind whispered behind silk fans and carved into the wood of gambling tables where noblemen bet on how long the King's new acquisitions lasted before breaking. The King's Whore. I heard it for the first time from a woman with hollow eyes and a smile she'd long forgotten how to feel. She pressed her mouth to my ear in the corridor outside the throne room, her breath carrying the faint sweetness of wolfsbane — the scent of someone whose wolf had already died inside her. "Survive the first month," she breathed, "and you'll wish you hadn't." Then she was gone, swallowed by the palace the way this place swallowed everything — quietly, completely, without leaving a mark on the marble floors. Her name, I later learned, was June. And she had once stood exactly where I was standing.