LILAC_EVERGLADE

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”

She was sold like cattle. Now the monsters are bidding for her blood.Lilith Brooks has always been the family disgrace; daughter of scandal, sister to the wanted daughter. When her mother dies and the only boy she ever loved betrays her, she vows never to beg for love again.But on the night she finally wins, fame, money, a taste of freedom but her family sells her into a nightmare.A supernatural auction.A realm ruled by wolves.And a man who buys her like property.Vladimir Dragunov is the Wintercrest Alpha, the feared ruler of the Lycan realm and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne soaked in blood, the last thing he needs is a defiant 'human' girl with a mouth as sharp as her mind and a humor darker than his past.But Lilith isn’t just anyone.She bears the Lunar Crest, a mark that could save or doom them all.When Kustav Volkov, an Alpha whose cursed blood runs in Lilith’s veins, comes to claim her as kin, Vladimir offers her a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection… or be torn apart by the wolves because of lycan laws.But as enemies battle, conspiracies are woven, legacies burn, and forbidden attraction ignites, their marriage of convenience becomes anything but convenient.But someone from Lilith’s past refuses to accept defeat for he once knew her body…and now wants her soul.---ExcerptHe cut me off. “If it were your mother…”I froze, the words withering on my lips.He pushed on. “If it was your mother she tossed around like a rag doll…” He brought his face down, those beautiful analytical eyes boring into me. His head descended farther with the precision of a predator that knew its prey would never bolt.He knew that—whether because of pride or crippling fear—I would let his breath ghost against my face. His head didn’t just dip, it closed in, deliberate, each inch stolen.Cold pine and iron seeped into my lungs until breathing felt like permission I hadn’t given. My pulse lurched, and my skin prickled with something I hated to name. His proximity tangled danger with an ache I didn’t want to acknowledge.His voice dropped, brushing my ear—not soft, not harsh, but in that dangerous middle ground where you couldn’t tell if the next sound would be a whisper or a shot.“If I had a gun to her head, you would have acted. You wouldn’t weigh the risks in your head—you would move, shift, anything, even if it meant she would still be harmed… or die.”The timbre of his words thrummed through me, pulling heat to places it didn’t belong.“For a sliver of a chance she might survive, you would do something. Still, you refuse to move—you make excuses, you let your past bind you…”His head crept lower until he was right at my ear, his breath curling along the shell in a way that made my knees want to betray me.“Yet… you want to destroy an Alpha. Have him brought down to his knees.”