Her Four Possessive Wolves
(Book 1 of Her Wolves series)(Reverse Harem) (Spicy) Sometimes the goddess gets it wrong. Horribly wrong. Sometimes your mate was never supposed to even meet you, much less be with you for the rest of your life. This was the case with me. When I met my mate, I was a completely different person. Outspoken. Stubborn. Opinionated but most of all, I was free. I was also nineteen and an orphan. Several years have passed and he has completely broken me. Broken me down to my bones. Don't misunderstand, he had never been physically violent with me. But that didn't change a thing. Dress more modestly. Don't wear black. Bland sex and the likes. He was an Alpha, and I was his little kept wife. I was no longer worthy of even calling myself a Luna. All of that changed when I met them.***"If we do this, there is no going back. We will own you in the most intimate ways." Ozias whispered, the ropes binding my body going taut as Maverick pulled them. I hid the quiver running down my exposed back. I kept my eyes locked with Ciaran, his eyes smoldering in the florescent lights."Don't worry, baby girl. We will look after you very well." Dargan murmured behind me. I bit my lip, slightly tipping my head back. That deep voice vibrated through me."Maverick, dim the lights. It is time to play." Ciaran ordered and I nodded towards him. Towards them. The four males that would bring me to my knees.