Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
It started as a lie.
I found the letter in my cellmate’s trash—his little sister reaching out, just wanting a connection. I missed my own sister, so I wrote back, pretending to be him. Just one letter. One lie.
But I couldn’t stop.
By the time I got out of prison, I only meant to give her one good memory—proof her "brother" was doing okay. But Sunny wasn’t what I expected. She was sunshine in human form… and the Wolf in me roared that she was mine.
Now I’m trapped between a lie I never meant to tell… and a mate I can’t walk away from.
I shouldn’t want him—but I do. In every filthy, forbidden way...
For years, I wrote letters to the brother I barely remembered—until the day he finally wrote back. He was kind. Thoughtful. Everything I needed.
When he got out, I begged him to stay with me. But now that he’s here, nothing feels right… except the way I feel when I look at him.
Because he’s not really my brother, Kane.
And the truth? It shatters me.
Worse, the real Kane is out of prison now—and he’s not just a liar. He’s a killer. And he’s coming for me.
I just hope I survive the fallout… of being Betrayed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Things to know about this Standalone Plot, Forbidden Love, Dark Shifter, Fake Brother Romance
1. She thinks he's her brother
2. He's really not
3. Things get spicy anyway
If you can't handle the heat, please don't pick up this book. If you've read the rest of my Forbidden Omegaverse series, which are all Standalone novels set in the Were World, you know how it goes. This is my k1nk--if it's yours too, welcome aboard! If not, that's fine, I have lots of other books you can check out without this particular brand of spice.
Hugs and Happy Reading!
Evangeline
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1
CONNOR
The lights flash on at six am—same time as always but I’ve been awake since five. I’m sitting on the side of my bunk, blinking in the overhead fluorescents that bathe my cell in harsh white light.
It’s just another day in prison.
Across from me I see my image in the flat, scratched metal plate that serves as a kind of mirror welded to the toilet/sink combo. A tall man with pale gray eyes and longish dark brown hair stares back. They shave your head when you first come in, but I’ve had three long years to grow it back, so I did because why the fuck not?
There’s an ugly scar from my left eyebrow down to my left cheekbone, courtesy of another inmate who had a box cutter with a blade that had been dipped in silver. How he smuggled it in, I don’t fucking know but it was damn effective—he barely missed my eye. Silver wounds don’t heal cleanly for a Were, so I’m stuck with the scar for life.
The man staring back at me is unrecognizable as the one who first came to Briarcliff Maximum Correctional. Prison hardens you. It’s not just the tattoos that mark you as someone who’s spent time on the inside. It’s the wary, dangerous look in your eyes—the same expression a cornered wolf gets right before it rips out someone’s throat.
It’s hard to see myself like this, but I have to be honest. This is me now. Nobody looking at the brooding, scarred, tattooed man in the mirror would mistake me for the heir to the Lowell fortune. But here we are.
My private introspection is interrupted by the clomp of the guard’s boots and the jingle of keys as, one by one, the cells are opened. I hear the groans and grunts and angry mumbling of the fifty other men in Cellblock C—the maximum security block for Rogue Alphas—as they start to wake up and make their way through another day.
But it’s not really just another day—not for me. For me, today is the last day in this hellhole. The last time I’ll stand in line at the chow hall and get a tray filled with the disgusting, inedible slop that passes for food here. Meat rock, anyone? Or how about a nice slice of nutri-loaf?
It’s the last time I’ll work in the prison woodworking shop, the last time I’ll go out to the yard and lift, trying to avoid the inevitable fights that always break out because some stupid fucker has a beef with some other stupid fucker and they think they have to throw hands to settle it.
It’s the last time I’ll take a shower with twenty other men, watching my back the whole time. The last time I’ll have to sleep with one eye open—though honestly, since I got moved to a two-man cell that locks at night, that part has been a little better.
Not because my cell mate is a saint—quite the opposite. I’m pretty sure that Kane Black is a sociopath—which isn’t unusual for a Rogue Alpha. We got into it exactly once when I first moved in here. The minute he found out I can hold my own, he left me alone, which suits me fucking fine.