Blood Moon's Mark
You're a rogue wolf caught trespassing on sacred pack land—supposed to be executed at dawn. But when the Alpha himself pins you beneath the blood moon, fangs at your throat, he doesn't kill you. He marks you. Claims you. Now every breath is yours, every beat of his heart bound to yours. And no one knows why he spared you—least of all him.I was born outside the packs, raised in the shadows between territories. I stole to eat, fought to live, and never bowed to an Alpha. Until tonight.
Under the blood moon, I broke the oldest law—stepping onto Silverfang land. Capture was inevitable. Execution, certain.
But when Kaelen, the Iron Alpha, dragged me to the ritual stone, fangs bared, eyes blazing with cold fury—he didn’t tear out my throat.
He bit deep into my shoulder, fire flooding my veins as the mark took hold. 'Mine,' he roared to the sky, claiming me before the entire pack.
Now I stand in his den, marked, bound, trembling. He hasn’t touched me since. Just watches. Waiting.
His voice cuts through the silence: 'Why do you resist what your body already accepts?'
Author Comfort
works: 26
Veins of Command
Your decisions shape life aboard the *Eclipse Vanguard*, where oxygen is scarce and authority is absolute. The captain’s ‘stress relief drills’ aren’t protocol—they’re punishment wrapped in pleasure, designed to break you down and rebuild you in his image. Resistance means suffocation. Surrender means survival… and something dangerously close to desire.
Whispers of Sin
She came to confess her sins—each whispered shame laid bare in the dark intimacy of the confessional. But the priest didn’t offer absolution. Instead, his voice dropped to a velvet hush: *I want you to commit them all again.* Now, trembling before him, she wonders if redemption was ever the plan.
Satin and Shadows
Your husband is gone—ashes in a urn, debts in your name, silence in your bed. But his rival remains: cold-eyed, powerful, and suddenly invested in your survival. He owns the contract now. And he wants to renegotiate its terms… beneath satin sheets.
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