-Nyssa-
Alyx was not put in my path so I could fall in love with her.
Ours was not meant to be a love story.
When I met Alyx, I was a feisty 12 year old with big dreams and a bigger attitude. She was the moody, bi-racial 13 year old, who despised the very world she lived in.
In highschool, I was a cliché. The beautiful, blonde cheerleader with the future prom king attached to my arm. My future was set in stone.
But at some point, the quiet, introverted Alyx I knew, grew up.
Now she's tall, dark, and dangerous, Alyx. The ripped badass with the short hair that girls can't get enough of.
She became everyone's obsession. Suddenly, everyone wants a piece of her, including me.
Alyx's change came with a price. She fought her demons, and she saved me from mine. To do so, she had to embrace the darkness inside of her. She learned to fight fire with fire.
She was only meant to play one role in my story, though.
The brooding protector. The sexy savior.
It was her job to keep me out of trouble, watch over me, be there when I needed her most. Especially when I needed someone to save me from myself. From the demons that had infected me with my own dark urges.
Alyx's dark side lured out my own. It attracted me to her like the song of a siren. Or like a moth to a flame.
And that...was a serious problem.
I was not supposed to love her.
It wasn't because she was the same gender as me.
Or because I have a boyfriend.
It wasn't because she didn't exactly fit into the "American Dream" life. Or that she brings out a wickedness in me that could tear down my entire future.
Nope.
It's a problem because she's my step-sister.
And yet, I can't help but feel like every piece of her, belongs to me.
This is a wlw, erotic, interracial, masc/fem stepsister smut/romance. If you don't like it, don't read.
CW: Sexual assault, spanking and choking, drug reference, violence, blood kink
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*COMPLETED*
My head bowed in a heavy mannor, not in respect, but in trepidation. I discern his unwavering gaze over my ill silhouette.
"Look at me."
I opened my eyes, though it made no difference. Black is still black, all I am left with are my four senses. He will kill me if I don't look. He will kill me if I do. He will look into my sightless eyes and see my futile existence isn't worth living. He will kill me, and he will be doing the pack a justice by it.
He growls a low, throaty snarl to warn me about disobeying an alpha. There will be consequences, we both know that. His lingering growls let me know he is not going to allow me to contravene his word.
I steadily inch my head upwards, visibly shaking everywhere else. Maybe he won't notice my depthless eyes from across the gazebo. My life depends on it.
"You're blind."
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Monet was born into a particularly prestigious area of her wolf pack, to parents of extremely high standards. Her legacy is to become the packs next healer, but when she was born completely devoid of melanin, all her mated parents saw was a disappointment.
Being born an albino wolf pup meant a lot for Monet, but it mostly meant her condition had taken her eyesight along with it.
What happens when Monet meets the Alpha of a neighboring pack? Will he accept her for what she is?
~CONTENT WARNING~
This book contains depictions of physical abuse, foul language, and upsetting scenary.
This book is in no way, shape, or form glorifying domestic abuse of a parent or partner.
This book is intended for individuals who feel at odds with their self due to their uniqueness. It is meant to shine light on those who differ from the majority; conquering, and overcoming those who lessen them for what makes them special.
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Word count at completion date: 33,915
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