💫Twisted Ties 💫- book two in the Arrow Hart Academy series is now available!
A magical why choose romance with ruthless love interests, a strong-willed FMC and a pet pig!
Why Choose / Reverse Harem
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Secret memories locked in my head, an assassin on my tail, and strange powers I shouldn't possess are the least of my problems. Because now I'm bonded to a man I barely know.
My body may be pulled towards him, but my heart can't forgive his betrayal.
And he isn't the only one.
I'm sick of being treated this way and I'm sick of not knowing who I really am.
No more secrets. No more lies.
I'm determined to learn the truth.
I spin on my toes, raising my hands, and I’m knocked clean off my feet, landing down hard on the path, the immense weight of a creature pinning me to the ground.
I try to scream but terror seems to freeze the sound in my throat and I stare up into a pair of glowing chestnut eyes, a huge snout, teeth like blades in a strong jaw and endless mounds of thick black fur.
The creature looks like a wolf, only it’s easily three times the size, and though it’s face is wolverine, there’s something human about it too – the curve of the cheek, the intelligence in the eyes.
The creature snarls in my face, its teeth extending, drawl streaming from its mouth onto my face and its claws piercing the skin on my chest.
I can’t move, my arms pinned by the weight of the creature, and if I attempt to shake him off, it’ll have its fangs in my throat before I’ve even summoned my magic.
It continues to growl, the noise becoming angrier, then it lowers its snout, its warm breath brushing over my face. Its black nose quivers as it draws in breath. Then its eyes darken.
And I’m not sure if I’m imagining the sound in my head. Or if the words really were said by this beast.
“Get off me,” I say as calmly as I can. “And I won’t hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” The creature’s lips curl in amusement, and it huffs through its snout. Then it lowers its jaw to my throat.
Now. Now I need to fight back, I have nothing to lose. It’s going to kill me anyway. I squirm under its weight, its body immense and muscular, far larger than mine. It’s hopeless. The thing pins me still, drawing the sharp points of its teeth down my throat.
“So pretty,” it says. “So young, so delicate. No wonder you’re driving him to distraction.”
“Let me go!” I yell, not understanding the beast's words, hoping someone might hear me.
The beast's tongue hits my skin next, wet and warm, it glides up the column of my throat. “You taste so very good, little pet. Could lick you everywhere.” The tongue slides higher over my chin and up my cheek. “Would you like that?”
