Bound by Alphas 1: Bound

I feel like the annoucement for this book was posted a while ago so here it is again, but with new and extra teaser below.

Bound by Alphas is part of The Blood Moon Chronicle series. It's an adopted brothers bl/mm reverse harem shifter paranormal romance with steam and angst. Release date is June 22nd.

Bound by Alphas 1: Bound

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Three alpha brothers. One reluctant mate. Zero chance of escaping fate.

I’ve been in love with the Sinclair brothers for as long as I can remember. Cade with his commanding presence, Logan with his fierce protectiveness, Keir with his irresistible charm—three powerful alpha wolves who could have anyone they want. Instead, they’re stuck with me—their defective adoptive brother who can barely control his fox shift.

When fate cruelly declares me their mate, I’m torn between ecstasy and heartbreak. Every touch sets my skin on fire. Every heated glance makes my knees weak. Every growled command makes my fox want to submit.

But I know the truth. To them, I’m duty, not desire. Obligation, not love. Fate’s twisted joke at their expense.

So I run. Better to break my own heart than chain them to someone they never wanted.

But now they’ve found me. And this time, they won’t take no for an answer.

Bound by Alphas 1: Bound is a MM paranormal reverse harem romance featuring possessive alphas, forbidden desire, and a reluctant mate who discovers that what he thought was duty might actually be love.

Warning: Contains explicit content, emotional turmoil, and a fox who learns that sometimes running only leads you home.

Teaser

I drifted up to my room, exhaustion finally outweighing my determination to prove I was fine. The events of the day swirled in my mind—the lake, the confrontation, Drew’s fierce protection, the way the brothers had united to defend me. It was too much to process.

I meant to just close my eyes for a few minutes, but when I opened them again, the late afternoon sun was casting shadows across my floor. My fox ears twitched at the silence—no sounds of Drew’s gaming, no Elena puttering in the kitchen, no brothers having silent conversations that excluded me.

The restlessness hit suddenly, an itch under my skin that made lying still impossible. My fox nature, usually content to lurk beneath the surface, seemed to pulse with unused energy. The walls of my room felt too close, too confining.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I was heading down to the beach, drawn by the sound of waves and the promise of solitude.

I should have known better than to expect anything to go as planned today.

The first moment I saw Cade in the water, I knew I was screwed. Not literally—though my traitorous mind definitely went there—but in that cosmic “the universe is laughing at me” kind of way.

He cut through the waves with powerful strokes, each movement showcasing muscles that would make Michelangelo weep. Water sluiced down his body as he emerged from the surf, looking like some ancient sea god who’d decided to grace mere mortals with his presence. Because apparently, the universe hadn’t tortured me enough today. My traitorous fox tail swished behind me with interest, completely beyond my control and utterly betraying my attempt at nonchalance.

My fingers itched for my sketchbook. The way the setting sun painted gold across his wet skin, the play of shadows in the hollows of his collarbones, the way water droplets traced paths down his chest that I desperately wanted to follow—with charcoal on paper, obviously. Not my tongue. Definitely not my tongue.

Get it together, Finn.

I should leave. I should definitely leave. My fox, however, had other ideas. It practically purred as Cade spotted me, those intense blue eyes locking on mine with predatory focus. My ears twitched forward in interest—a mortifying tell I couldn’t control. Each step he took toward me sent little shock waves through our mate bond—a connection I’d been steadfastly ignoring since the Augury.

“You should be resting,” he said, his voice rougher than usual, sending shivers down my spine that had nothing to do with the ocean breeze.

“I was,” I replied, trying desperately to keep my eyes on his face and not the way water dripped from his hair onto those shoulders that really should be classified as lethal weapons. “Got restless. Thought I’d…” Watch you emerge from the ocean like some kind of wet dream come to life? “…get some air.”

I moved closer without conscious decision, drawn like a moth to a flame. My artist’s brain kicked in—a desperate attempt to maintain some semblance of professional distance. My hand lifted of its own accord, fingers tracing the curve of his chest.

“You’re like a sculpture,” I murmured, letting my analytical side override the part of me that wanted to climb him like a tree. “The way the light hits here—” I traced a water droplet’s path down his pectoral, pretending my hand wasn’t shaking. “—and the shadows here. I’d need oils to capture it properly. Maybe charcoal for the darker tones…”

Cade’s breath hitched, muscles tensing under my exploring touch. The mate bond between us flared hot and bright, making it hard to remember why this was a terrible idea.

“Finn,” he warned, his voice dropping to that register that made my knees weak and my fox want to roll over and present its belly. My tail curled forward, wrapping around his leg of its own accord. Not helpful, fox. Not helpful at all.

I should stop. I should definitely stop. Instead, I continued my artistic “assessment,” fingers mapping the ridges of his abs like I was studying anatomy for figure drawing and not basically feeling up my adoptive brother on a beach.

“The composition is perfect,” I babbled, trying to maintain some pretense of professional interest. “Classical, really. Like something out of a Renaissance study of ideal male form, though they never quite captured this level of—”

“Are you critiquing my muscles or seducing me?” Cade interrupted, amusement coloring his tone despite the tension thrumming between us.

Heat flooded my cheeks. “Critiquing. Obviously. This is purely professional artistic interest. I’m simply appreciating the aesthetic value of—”

“Obviously,” he echoed, stepping closer until I had to tilt my head back to maintain eye contact. Water dripped from his hair onto my upturned face, and oh God, he smelled like ocean and alpha and something uniquely Cade that made my fox whimper. “And if I were to kiss you right now? Would that be purely professional too?”

My heart stuttered in my chest, and for once, my usual snark abandoned me completely. “I… that would be…”

“If you don’t want this,” Cade murmured, face inches from mine, “say so now. Otherwise, I’m going to kiss you until you forget how to breathe.”

His words sent liquid heat coursing through my veins. I should run. I should definitely run. This was exactly the kind of complication I’d been avoiding. But with Cade looming over me, water dripping onto my upturned face, the mate bond between us singing like a live wire, running was the last thing I wanted to do.

Instead, I rose onto my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. My fox ears flattened against my head in submission, another betrayal by my body that I chose to ignore.

I meant it to be quick—just enough to satisfy this maddening pull between us. A pressure valve release. Nothing more. After a brief touch of our lips, I pulled back an inch, already feeling dizzy from even that minimal contact.

Cade’s eyes darkened, the blue almost swallowed by his dilated pupils. “Not enough,” he growled, one large hand cupping the back of my neck.

Before I could respond, he pulled me back to him, eliminating that inch of space I’d tried to create. This time, there was nothing quick or simple about it. His mouth claimed mine with purpose, his lips firm yet surprisingly soft as they moved against mine. When his tongue traced the seam of my lips, requesting entry rather than demanding it, I opened for him without hesitation.

The kiss transformed from exploratory to consuming in an instant. Cade’s hand tangled in my hair, fingers brushing against my sensitive fox ears and making me shiver. His other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him until I could feel every hard plane of his body. He was still wet from the ocean, his skin cool against my sun-warmed body, creating a delicious contrast that made me gasp into his mouth.

I should care about getting soaked. I should care about sand getting everywhere. I should care about my tail wrapping possessively around his waist like it had a mind of its own. I should care about a lot of things that became completely irrelevant as Cade deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with commanding precision that left no doubt who was in control.

His kiss was demanding, consuming—everything I’d tried to convince myself I didn’t want. Each stroke of his tongue against mine sent electricity racing down my spine, pooling low in my belly with an intensity that made my knees buckle.

A small, desperate sound escaped me—something between a whimper and a moan that I would definitely deny making later. Cade growled in response, the sound vibrating through his chest where it pressed against mine, the primal noise making my fox nature practically purr with satisfaction.

When we finally broke apart, I was trembling and breathless, my hands somehow having found their way to his shoulders, fingers digging into hard muscle. The mate bond pulsed between us, demanding closer, deeper, more.

“We should head inside,” Cade said, his voice rough in a way that made my knees weak, his thumb brushing across my lower lip as if memorizing its shape. “It’s getting cold.”

“One more,” I heard myself say, fingers curling into his shoulders. “Please?”

The word had barely left my lips before Cade descended on me again. This time, there was nothing controlled about his kiss. His mouth crashed against mine with raw hunger, his lips parting mine instantly. His tongue swept inside, not asking permission but claiming territory, stroking against mine with desperate intensity. I tasted salt water and something uniquely Cade—rich and intoxicating.

He kissed me like a man starved, like he’d been thirsting for this exact moment for years. His hands gripped my waist, fingers digging in just shy of painful, before suddenly lifting me off my feet. I gasped into his mouth, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist without breaking the kiss. My tail coiled tighter around him, as if afraid he might put me down.

Cade growled his approval, the sound vibrating between us where our chests pressed together. One of his hands slid down to support my weight, cupping me in a way that made heat flood my entire body. The change in position brought certain… parts of our anatomy into alignment in ways that short-circuited my brain completely.

I could feel him, hard and insistent against me, even through our clothes. The evidence of his desire made me dizzy with want. His mouth moved from my lips to my jaw, then down to the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. When his teeth grazed my skin there—not quite a bite, but a promise of one—I made a sound I’d never heard from myself before, high and needy.

“You’re playing with fire, little fox,” he growled against my throat, his breath hot on my damp skin. His free hand found my fox tail, fingers stroking through the fur in a way that sent sparks of pleasure up my spine. God, that nickname should not be as hot as it was, especially when I was sporting the literal features to match.

“Maybe I want to burn,” I whispered back, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears—breathy and desperate. I tangled my fingers in his wet hair, tugging him back up to my mouth, surprising myself with my boldness. My filter was apparently on vacation, along with my common sense and self-preservation instincts.

Cade allowed me to guide him back to my lips, but before our mouths met again, he paused, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. His own were dark with desire, the blue almost swallowed by black, and something else—something possessive and primal that made my fox want to submit completely. The intensity of his gaze made me want to hide and preen simultaneously.

“Is that all you want? Just this?” he asked, his voice rough with restraint, his body rigid with tension beneath my hands.

I knew what he was asking. Knew I should say yes, should keep this simple, should protect my heart from whatever this was becoming. Should remember all the reasons this was complicated and messy and probably a terrible idea.

Instead, I heard myself whisper, “More.”

Something dangerous and beautiful flickered in his eyes—triumph, hunger, and something that looked almost like reverence. “Then we shower first,” he said, already turning toward the house, carrying me as if I weighed nothing. “You’re covered in sand, and I taste like salt water.”

“That’s very practical of you,” I managed, trying to sound sarcastic despite the way my heart was racing and my body was screaming for more contact.

“Trust me, little fox,” he replied, his voice promising things that made me shiver despite the warm evening air. “There’s nothing practical about what I plan to do to you.”

I was so, so screwed.

And I couldn’t wait.

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(Will be available on Amazon Kindle Unlimited)