Bound by Alphas 1: Bound - Coming Soon

So Marked by Alphas Book 2: Claimed is done and will be out in mid-May. Teaser coming soon.

Now, I've started another series in the same universe titled Bound by Alphas. The first book is titled Bound (of course). It's an adopted brothers bl/mm reverse harem romance with steam and angst. Teaser below. I won't put up the pre-order so it'll just be out when it's out, which is planned for late May.

Bound by Alphas 1: Bound

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

Sleep came fitfully, dreams filled with running and forests and eyes watching from the shadows. Somewhere in the darkness, I felt a gentle touch against my cheek, the whisper of fingers brushing my hair back from my face. The scent of cedar and rain and something uniquely familiar wrapped around me, making me burrow deeper into my blankets with a contented sigh.

Soon, little fox, a voice murmured, so real I could almost feel the breath against my ear. We’ve waited long enough.

I jerked awake at dawn, heart pounding, the dream already fading. But something felt…  different. The air in my apartment carried traces of a scent that didn’t belong—woodsy and masculine and achingly familiar.

“Impossible,” I whispered, sitting up and scanning the room. Everything looked normal. The door was still locked, chain in place. The windows were secured. But something had changed.

I rose on unsteady legs, checking every corner, every possible hiding place. Nothing. No one. Just the lingering sensation that I hadn’t been alone in my dreams—or perhaps not even in my apartment.

By the time I showered and dressed for my morning shift, I’d almost convinced myself it was just another nightmare. Almost.

The morning dawned bright and clear. I dragged myself to Moonlight Brew for the opening shift, yawning as I set up the espresso machine and prepped pastries for the display case.

“You look like hell,” Maya observed as she arrived for her mid-morning shift.

“Thanks. It’s my new summer collection—’Exhaustion Chic.’ Very exclusive,” I quipped, handing a customer their change. “The bags under my eyes are actually designer.”

“More nightmares?” she asked, tying her apron.

I shrugged. “Just the usual. Being chased through the woods by my commitment issues and student loan debt.”

The morning rush kept us busy until eleven, when the cafe emptied except for a few laptop warriors camped at the tables. I was wiping down the espresso machine when the door chimed, and a familiar prickle ran down my spine.

“I’ll get this one,” Maya said, but I was already turning, some instinct pulling my attention to the entrance.

He filled the doorway like he’d been designed specifically to make normal men feel inadequate. Six-foot-four of perfectly tailored suit and controlled power, golden-brown hair styled just so, deep blue eyes scanning the cafe with the focus of a predator.

Cade Sinclair.

My eldest brother—not brother, not brother—looked exactly as I remembered, only somehow more. More powerful. More beautiful. More dangerous.

Our eyes met across the cafe, and everything inside me went still. My body reacted instantly, a wave of heat washing through me that had nothing to do with the steam wand I’d been cleaning. My heart raced, my mouth went dry, and something deep inside me—something I’d been denying for years—stirred in recognition.

Alpha. Mine.

“No,” I whispered, the word barely audible even to myself. I backed away, bumping into the counter. “Not happening.”

Maya looked between us, confusion clear on her face. “Finn? You know this guy?”

“My brother,” I managed, the word feeling inadequate for the complicated tangle of emotions Cade inspired. “My very busy, important brother who should be running his company three hours away, not stalking me in Seattle.”

“Family emergency,” Cade said smoothly, never taking his eyes off me. “I need to borrow him.”

Something in his tone made my knees weak, a primal part of me wanting to bare my throat and say yes, anything. I hated that reaction, hated how my body betrayed me every time.

“I’m working,” I said, gripping the counter for support. “My shift ends at four.”

“I’ve already spoken with your manager,” Cade replied, and of course he had. “He was very understanding about the family emergency.”

“Of course he was,” I muttered. “Let me guess—you offered to buy the place?”

Cade’s smile turned sharp. “Only if necessary.”

Maya was watching our exchange like a tennis match. “Should I be calling security or getting popcorn? I can’t tell if this is a reunion or a kidnapping.”

“Both,” I said, untying my apron with shaking fingers. “I’ll get my bag.”

In the back room, I frantically texted Drew: Cade’s here. At my work. WTF?

The reply came instantly: I’m sorry. I tried to warn you.

Some warning! I texted back, heart pounding. What do they want?

You. Home. It’s complicated. Don’t fight them, Finn. It’ll only make it worse.

Great. Super helpful. I shoved my phone in my pocket and grabbed my bag, mind racing. The cafe had a back exit that led to an alley. If I could slip out…

I glanced at the emergency exit, calculating my chances. Three blocks to the bus stop. Another ten minutes to the train station. I could be halfway to Portland before they realized—

No. That was stupid. Cade would track me down in hours. But maybe…

I bolted for the exit, shoving the door open and sprinting into the alley. The bright summer sun momentarily blinded me as I ran, messenger bag slapping against my hip. I knew the neighborhood well enough to navigate the back ways, cutting through service alleys and side streets.

My lungs burned as I pushed myself harder, adrenaline fueling my escape. Two blocks. Three. I was going to make it. I was actually going to—

A solid wall of muscle stepped out from between buildings, directly into my path. I crashed into him at full speed, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs. Strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me clear off my feet.

“Going somewhere, little fox?” Logan’s voice was a rumble against my chest, his sea-green eyes glinting with amusement and something darker.

My body went hot and cold at once, a shiver running down my spine. His scent—pine and ocean and pure alpha male—enveloped me, making my head swim.

“Put me down,” I gasped, pushing against his chest. Like trying to move a mountain.

“I’m not going back.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He adjusted his grip, easily containing my struggles. “Cade’s not happy about your little escape attempt.”

“I don’t care what Cade—” My words cut off as Logan tossed me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. “What the hell are you doing? Put me down!”

“No.” The simple word held all the authority of a born alpha. “We’re done playing games, Finn.”

I pounded my fists against his back, mortifyingly aware of the solid muscle beneath my hands. “This is kidnapping! You can’t just—”

“Family business,” Logan said, striding down the alley with me still draped over his shoulder. “And you’re family.”

“I’m twenty-two! An adult! You can’t just manhandle me because you feel like it!”

Logan’s laugh was dark and rich. “Watch me.”

My position gave me an excellent view of his back and…  other parts I was trying very hard not to notice. Blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy—or maybe that was the proximity to an alpha werewolf who smelled like everything I’d been running from.

“People are staring,” I hissed as he carried me onto the main street, the summer crowds turning to watch.

“Let them.” His grip tightened, one large hand splayed across the back of my thighs. The heat of it burned through my jeans.

A sleek black SUV idled at the curb, and as we approached, the back door swung open. Cade sat inside, his expression thunderous.

“That was childish,” he said as Logan deposited me unceremoniously onto the seat beside him.

“Says the man kidnapping his adult brother,” I shot back, trying to scramble away. The door slammed shut behind me, Logan sliding into the driver’s seat with predatory grace.

“This isn’t a kidnapping,” Cade said, his voice deceptively calm. “It’s an intervention.”

“Pretty sure the law doesn’t recognize that distinction.” I reached for the door handle, but Cade’s arm shot out, blocking me.

“Don’t.”

One word, filled with alpha command. My body froze instinctively, a whimper building in my throat that I barely managed to suppress.

“I hate when you do that,” I whispered, hands curling into fists.

“I know.” His expression softened fractionally. “But you leave us no choice.”

“Us? There is no us! There’s me, living my life, and you, refusing to accept that!”

Logan pulled the SUV into traffic, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. “A life you’re barely surviving in. Your apartment is a shoebox. Your bank account is a joke. Your ‘career’ is making coffee.”

“My art—”

“Is beautiful,” Cade interrupted, surprising me. “And going nowhere in that tiny apartment with no connections and no support.”

I stared at him. “You’ve seen my latest work?”

“Of course we have,” he said, as if it were obvious. “We’ve been watching over you this whole time, Finn. Did you really think we’d just let you go?”

The casual admission sent a chill down my spine. “That’s…  that’s stalking. And creepy. And—”

“Protective,” Logan supplied from the front seat. “The word you’re looking for is protective.”

“The word I’m looking for isn’t appropriate for polite company,” I muttered, turning to stare out the window as Seattle passed by. “How long have you been watching me?”

“Since the day you left,” Cade said simply.

My chest tightened. “That’s four years, Cade. Four years of…  what? Following me? Spying on me? Having someone report back on my every move?”

“Keeping you safe,” he corrected. “Making sure you had space to…  get this out of your system.”

“My life isn’t something to ‘get out of my system,’” I snapped. “It’s my life. Mine. Not yours to monitor or manage or manipulate.”

“A life you’ve been wasting,” Cade said, his voice hardening. “Hiding what you are. Pretending to be ordinary when you’re anything but.”

“And what am I, exactly?” I challenged, heart pounding so hard I was sure they could hear it.

Cade’s smile was knowing. “Something rare. Something precious. Something that belongs with its pack, not alone in a concrete jungle pretending to be ordinary.”

I swallowed hard, looking between them. “And if I refuse to go back?”

Logan’s laugh was without humor. “That’s not an option anymore, little brother. The choice has been made.”

“Not by me,” I pointed out.

“No,” Cade agreed, his hand settling on my knee with casual possession. “By us.

Your alphas. Your family.” His fingers squeezed gently.

The touch sent electricity through my veins, a visceral reminder of why I’d run in the first place. Four years ago, at the beach. When one touch had turned into something more, something that both thrilled and terrified me with its intensity.

“Stop it,” I hissed, trying to move away. The SUV suddenly felt too small, too hot, too filled with their scents that made my head spin.

“Your scent changes when we touch you,” Cade continued, his voice dropping lower. “That’s why you ran, isn’t it? Not because of art school. Because you were afraid of what was happening between us.”

“Nothing is happening between us,” I insisted, even as my body trembled under his touch. “Nothing will happen between us. This is insane.”

“Is it?” Cade’s eyes had darkened, pupils dilating. “Then why does your heart race when I do this?” His hand moved to the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair.

A whimper escaped before I could stop it, my body arching into his touch like a cat seeking affection. Humiliation burned through me at my reaction.

“That’s just—that’s biology,” I stammered. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

“It means everything,” Cade murmured, leaning closer. His scent enveloped me—cedar and rain and something uniquely him. “You’re ours, Finn. You’ve always been ours. Running away didn’t change that.”

“I’m not property,” I managed, though my voice sounded weak even to my own ears.

“No,” he agreed. “You belong with us. And we’re taking you home where you belong.”

I made one last desperate attempt, lunging for the door handle. Cade caught me around the waist and hauled me back against his chest. His arms formed an iron cage around me, immobilizing me without hurting.

“Enough,” he growled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Let me go!” I thrashed against his hold, but it was like fighting a brick wall. At five-foot-seven to his towering six-foot-four frame, I was completely overpowered. My slender artist’s build was no match for the solid mass of muscle that made up Cade Sinclair.

“Never again,” he said, his mouth against my ear, his massive arms easily encircling my entire torso. “We let you go once. We won’t make that mistake twice.”

His breath on my skin sent shivers down my spine, and I hated how my body melted against him, responding to his dominance despite my mind’s protests. The sheer size difference between us made resistance futile, but I fought it anyway, fought the instinct to submit, to bare my throat, to accept what he was offering.

“I hate you,” I whispered, the words lacking any real conviction.

“No, you don’t,” Cade said, his voice gentling as he adjusted his hold, cradling me against him rather than restraining. “You’re afraid. There’s a difference.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” I lied.

“Not of us,” he corrected. “Of what’s between us. Of what you feel when we’re near.”

His hand stroked down my arm, soothing, possessive. Against my will, I found myself relaxing into his embrace, my head falling back against his shoulder. His scent surrounded me, familiar and comforting despite everything.

“That’s it,” he murmured, approval rumbling in his chest. “Let go, little fox.”

“Don’t call me that,” I protested weakly.

“Why not? It’s what you are.” His lips brushed my temple, so lightly I might have imagined it. “Our beautiful fox. So clever at hiding, so quick to run. But we’ve got you now.”

Logan’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, dark with the same hunger I saw in Cade’s. “And we’re never letting you go again.”

The certainty in their voices should have terrified me. Instead, something deep inside—something I’d been denying for years—unfurled with a purr of satisfaction.

I closed my eyes, fighting the traitorous thoughts. “This isn’t over.”

“No,” Cade agreed, his arms tightening around me. “It’s just beginning.”

As the SUV carried us out of Seattle, I realized we were heading toward the interstate—not toward my apartment.

“Wait,” I said, pushing against Cade’s chest. “My stuff—my paintings, my supplies—”

“Already taken care of,” Cade replied, his arms still firmly around me.

“What does that mean?” I twisted to look at him. “You can’t just leave all my work!”

Logan’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. “Keir’s at your apartment now. He’s packing everything.”

“Keir is in my—” I sputtered. “You broke into my apartment?”

“We have a key,” Cade said simply.

“A key? How do you have a key to my—” I stopped, the implications sinking in. “You’ve been in my apartment before. While I wasn’t there.”

Neither of them denied it.

“That’s a violation of—of everything!” I renewed my struggles, shoving against Cade’s chest. “Turn around. Now. I need to make sure he doesn’t damage anything.”

“Keir knows how to handle art,” Cade said, his grip tightening. “He’s being careful with your work.”

“That’s not the point!” I was shouting now, beyond caring how it looked. “You don’t get to decide what happens to my things! My life! Let me go!”

“No,” Cade said, the single word filled with alpha command.

I felt it like a physical force, pressing against my will, but this time anger gave me strength to resist. “I said, let. Me. GO!”

With a surge of adrenaline, I twisted out of his grip and lunged for the door handle. The SUV was moving, but I didn’t care—I’d rather risk the pavement than go back to being controlled.

Cade moved with supernatural speed, grabbing me around the waist and hauling me back. This time, there was nothing gentle about his restraint. He pinned me against the seat, one hand capturing both my wrists, the other gripping my jaw to force me to look at him.

“Enough,” he growled, eyes flashing silver—the wolf close to the surface. “You could have been hurt.”

“I don’t care,” I spat, struggling against his hold. “I’d rather jump out of a moving car than go back to being your pet project.”

Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. “Is that what you think you were to us? A project?”

“What else? The charity case you took in? The odd one out who couldn’t shift, couldn’t hunt, couldn’t be part of the pack?” The words poured out, years of buried resentment finally finding voice. “Poor little Finn, needs to be protected and managed and controlled because he can’t possibly make his own decisions.”

“You have no idea,” Cade said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble, “what you are to us.”

A growl tore from his throat—pure predator, barely human—as he lunged forward. One hand gripped my jaw while the other fisted in my hair, yanking my head back as he claimed my mouth with bruising intensity. I tasted the wildness of him, felt the scrape of elongated canines against my lower lip.

I shoved against his chest, palms flat against the solid wall of muscle. “No—” The word died as his tongue invaded my mouth, demanding surrender.

For three desperate seconds, I fought him—fought the overwhelming tide of sensation, fought the rightness that terrified me to my core. Then something inside me shattered. A dam breaking, a wall crumbling, years of denial washing away in the flood.

My hands, which had been pushing him away, suddenly clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer. A sound escaped me—half sob, half surrender—as my body betrayed every defense I’d built.

Heat exploded through me, a wildfire racing from my lips to every extremity. His scent—cedar and rain and alpha male—filled my lungs, drowning me in need and recognition. His grip tightened, possessive and unyielding, as if daring me to pull away again.

I couldn’t. God help me, I couldn’t.

His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting, claiming, and I welcomed him with a hunger that shocked me with its intensity. The kiss was everything I’d been running from—demanding, primal, perfect. His teeth caught my lower lip, biting just hard enough to remind me who was in control before his tongue soothed the sting.

I moaned into his mouth, a sound of surrender I couldn’t hold back. His wolf responded with a rumbling purr of satisfaction that vibrated through his chest and into mine.

The sensation catapulted me back to that day on the beach four years ago. It wasn’t just a tentative kiss then—it had been so much more.

The memory flooded back with visceral clarity: Cade’s hands sliding under my shirt, his mouth hot against my neck, my body arching against his. Logan and Keir finding us, their eyes flaring with hunger. Three pairs of hands, three mouths, three powerful bodies surrounding me.

“Ours,” they’d whispered as they touched me, each caress igniting fire under my skin. I’d surrendered completely that day—and many more times after—letting them bring me to heights I’d never imagined possible. Their hands and mouths had claimed every inch of me, drawing sounds I didn’t know I could make, leaving me trembling and marked.

I’d run when I got the chance, unable to face what it meant. Unable to bear the thought that it was just biology to them—an inconvenient mate bond they hadn’t asked for. I’d heard them talking later, when they thought I couldn’t hear. Logan’s voice, irritated: “How can it be him? He’s just a kid, a bratty little fox who can barely control his shift.” Keir’s response, resigned: “Fate has a twisted sense of humor.”

And Cade, always the responsible one: “We have a duty to him.”

A duty. Not desire. Not love. Just obligation.

Cade’s hand slid under my shirt now, palm scorching against my skin, fingers digging into my lower back as he pulled me impossibly closer. His other hand maintained its grip in my hair, controlling the angle of the kiss, demanding complete submission. I gave it to him, melting against the hard planes of his body like I belonged there.

I’d been in love with them for as long as I could remember—all three of them, in different ways. Cade with his quiet strength. Logan with his fierce protectiveness.

Keir with his playful charm. I’d spent years telling myself it was just admiration, just family affection, just anything but what it really was.

Love. Desperate, hopeless, forbidden love.

When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathing hard. His eyes had shifted to silver, the wolf perilously close to the surface. I stared at him in shock, lips stinging, body humming with a need I’d spent years denying.

“That,” he said roughly, voice barely human, “is what you are to us. Not a project.

Not a charity case. Ours.”

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think past the thundering of my heart and the lingering taste of him on my lips. His hand was still under my shirt, possessive against my skin, the heat of it branding me.

“Now,” he continued, thumb brushing over my lower lip where his teeth had been moments before, “are you going to behave, or do I need to restrain you for the rest of the drive?”

The question should have outraged me. Instead, it sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. I hated my reaction, hated how my body betrayed me, hated how much I wanted him to kiss me again.

But I also hated the thought that this was just biology to them—an inconvenient mate bond they felt obligated to fulfill. I couldn’t bear to be just a responsibility, just a duty, just the fox they were stuck with because fate had a twisted sense of humor.

“I’ll behave,” I whispered, the fight temporarily drained from me.

“Good boy,” he murmured, the praise settling warm in my chest despite my best efforts to resist it.

He shifted me in his arms, arranging me so I was sitting across his lap, my head tucked under his chin. It was a position that should have felt childish or demeaning, but instead felt disturbingly right. His heartbeat thudded strong and steady against my ear, his arms secure around me.

Logan’s eyes met mine in the mirror again, dark with the same hunger I’d seen in Cade’s. “That’s more like it.”

“Don’t get used to it,” I muttered, but there was no real heat in my words. I was too shaken by what had just happened, by my own reaction.

Cade’s chuckle rumbled through his chest. “We’ll see.”

As the city fell away behind us, replaced by the evergreen forests that lined the highway to the coast, I tried to gather my scattered thoughts. That kiss had changed everything and nothing. It confirmed what I’d been running from—the undeniable pull between us.

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Coming Soon - Late May 2025

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