Dr. Phoebe Thatcher never asked for a destiny steeped in blood. Her only expectation was another quiet night in Frostford's rural hospital-until a half-dead stranger is dragged through her ER doors, torn apart by what looks like an animal attack. He's huge, silent, brutally wounded, and somehow still alive. By morning, the man is gone. By evening, he's standing in her cabin-half naked, half feral, and certain that Phoebe is the only safe place left in the world. Dante doesn't remember who he is. Not the torture. Not the pack war. Not the betrayal that broke him. But he knows two things with bone-deep certainty: someone is hunting him... and Phoebe is his the only one keeping him sane. When wolves descend on her sleepy mountain town, Phoebe realizes she's been dragged into a war she never knew existed. His enemies want her dead, his people want her gone, and Phoebe's childhood friend-a hunter trained to kill things like Dante-would rather see her buried than claimed by a monster. But Phoebe is done being powerless. As Dante's memories return and enemies gather in the shadows, Phoebe must choose between the human life she built... or the wolf who would burn the Appalachians to keep her. He has no name, no past, and no mercy for anyone who threatens what's his. New chapter available daily. Highest Ranking: #1 in #blood 1/03/2026 #1 in #wolf 1/01/2026 #2 in #alpha 12/18/2025

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

Bright and delicate, Aelia Raelynn dreams of a life with freedom. Maybe a garden too. A life where not even her boyfriend will keep her chained to the earth. Cold-hearted and arrogant, Amos Ford Ayers is one of the most famous motorcycle racers across America. He's mysterious and lethal. Desperate for revenge. At least that's what he lets the world see. A dark secret and a bunch of sunflowers are the only thing that connects them . . . Or not?