(The Chronicles of Sloane King, #1)
Publication date: April 27th 2020
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Reverse Harem, Romance
I am not a good person.
I don’t cheat or steal, but I do lie a little bit… and participate in the occasional murder… spree.
Life as I know it gets turned upside down when I’m asked to step in and halt the progress of a black market drug tainted with magic. That one little business adventure opens up a whole f*****g Pandora’s Box and brings my ebony tower crashing down around me.
As if life wasn’t complicated enough, I also now have mates. Emphasis on the ssss part. I want to be mad about it, really I do… but they’re so hot, and the temptation to make them all mine is fueling my desire.
With a final mate that I’m not happy about and a stalker on my heels… maybe having several someones at my back isn’t such a bad thing.
Don’t get me twisted though… I’m Sloane f*****g King, and I’m no damsel in distress.
“I don’t want to hurt her…” I left the statement hanging, hoping someone could talk her out of it.
They were all gawking at her, except for Jack and Grim. They kept whispering back and forth while looking between the two of us.
She was grinning like the cat who caught the canary.
I didn’t know if I was excited for a challenge or horrified about walking into a fight that I knew I could possibly lose. Because, yeah, I’d never fought in an alpha fight where my opponent smiled at me like she was.
I’d also never fought in an alpha fight against a female, or a hybrid. I was stubborn, not stupid. I was also getting a little nauseous about what was fixing to happen.
Jack looked me up and down before he scoffed.
“Please.” He disagreed with thick condescension, like I’d offended him somehow.
“If you go easy on her, she’ll know. You better give it all you’ve got. I mean, she’s gonna win either way, but,” he stopped dramatically before bobbing his head, “I’d go man to man if I were you. That way you have height and weight as an advantage.
“Sloane as a wolf is beautiful, but frightening. The bitch that’s standing there now? She’s still gonna give you a run for your money, man. She won’t kill you, but you will submit.” He clicked his tongue at me.
What the fuck?
I did not want to hurt her. I couldn’t even think about swinging at her, much less actually landing a punch. That felt like the opposite of what the mate bond was begging for. I needed to protect her, not harm her.
I could shed my skin and fight as a wolf, though. The bond would be stronger with my animalistic side, but so would the challenge she’d just thrown me.
A wolf didn’t back out of an alpha challenge. They fought until they submitted or were killed.
M.F. Adele resides in the outskirts of the Rocket City in Alabama. She lives in her overactive imagination, often fueled by caffeine and no sleep. When she isn’t writing, M.F. is outdoors with her family, obsessing over spicy margaritas and cigars, or reading books by her favorite authors.
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