Garrett Watson

My sister and I woke up in a beastmen world. The Beast God descended and told us to choose our fate. Option one: become a warrior woman, with savage strength powerful enough to crush anything and a body built for combat. Option two: become a blessed priestess, with peak fertility and a figure that would drive every male into a frenzy. In our last life, my sister grabbed the warrior path without a second thought. I got stuck as the weak, dangerously desirable priestess. After her transformation, she looked like a bulky sasquatch. The males of the tribe shunned her. She ended up with three broken, half-crippled rogue beastmen. I got the opposite. This body of mine became the obsession of the three strongest, most beautiful apex males on the territory. They rose to rule the entire redwood forest. I became the Supreme She-Wolf by default. Glory beyond measure. My sister's jealousy curdled into madness. She dragged me into a sulfur bog that reeked of Yellowston......

My sister and I woke up in a beastmen world. The Beast God descended and told us to choose our fate. Option one: become a warrior woman, with savage strength powerful enough to crush anything and a body built for combat. Option two: become a blessed priestess, with peak fertility and a figure that would drive every male into a frenzy. In our last life, my sister grabbed the warrior path without a second thought. I got stuck as the weak, dangerously desirable priestess. After her transformation, she looked like a bulky sasquatch. The males of the tribe shunned her. She ended up with three broken, half-crippled rogue beastmen. I got the opposite. This body of mine became the obsession of the three strongest, most beautiful apex males on the territory. They rose to rule the entire redwood forest. I became the Supreme She-Wolf by default. Glory beyond measure. My sister's jealousy curdled into madness. She dragged me into a sulfur bog that reeked of Yellowston......

My sister took a bullet to the head and lost her memory. She forgot everyone—except that my husband, Nico Marchetti, was her ex-fiancé. My mother dropped to her knees and begged me to give Nico to my sister. Nico said it too. "I'll just be her fiancé temporarily. Once she gets her memory back, I'll come home to you." But a man who won't stand firm and choose me? I don't want him anymore. *** "Valentina, there's something I need to tell you. For now, you should go stay somewhere else. Okay?" Nico walked into the house, stripping off his suit jacket and handing it to me. "Olivia's gunshot trauma is bad right now. She can't handle any stress. I need to bring her here so I can take care of her. You being here... it's not convenient." Olivia is my sister. The one with no memory. I took his jacket. My fingers clenched the fabric. That sickly-sweet gardenia scent hit the back of my throat. My stomach lurched—like Nico himself had just punched me. I had to bite do......

After my parents died in an accident, my father’s friend, Alessio Bellini, became my guardian. He was ten years older. He never let me call him “Mr. Bellini.” Just Alessio. So maybe it was stupid. Maybe it was the wine. But one night, I got drunk and confessed my love. He was clearly uncomfortable. He rejected me, and then he pushed me toward another man. The night my husband nearly beat me to death, the only person I called was Alessio. “Alessio, I don’t think I’m going to make it.” “Please. Take my daughter, Grace. She’s three.” “Take her in… the way you once took me in.” ... I knew I was dying. That’s why I didn’t call 911. I called the man who had raised me, Alessio Bellini. Down in the basement, the phone rang several times before he picked up. “What is it?” Alessio’s voice was as cold as ever. I pressed a hand to my bleeding abdomen, forcing the words out. “Alessio, I’m dying. Can you adopt Grace?” “She’s only three.” “Beck......

After my parents died in an accident, my father’s friend, Alessio Bellini, became my guardian. He was ten years older. He never let me call him “Mr. Bellini.” Just Alessio. So maybe it was stupid. Maybe it was the wine. But one night, I got drunk and confessed my love. He was clearly uncomfortable. He rejected me, and then he pushed me toward another man. The night my husband nearly beat me to death, the only person I called was Alessio. “Alessio, I don’t think I’m going to make it.” “Please. Take my daughter, Grace. She’s three.” “Take her in… the way you once took me in.” ... I knew I was dying. That’s why I didn’t call 911. I called the man who had raised me, Alessio Bellini. Down in the basement, the phone rang several times before he picked up. “What is it?” Alessio’s voice was as cold as ever. I pressed a hand to my bleeding abdomen, forcing the words out. “Alessio, I’m dying. Can you adopt Grace?” “She’s only three.” “Beck......

After my parents died in an accident, my father’s friend, Alessio Bellini, became my guardian. He was ten years older. He never let me call him “Mr. Bellini.” Just Alessio. So maybe it was stupid. Maybe it was the wine. But one night, I got drunk and confessed my love. He was clearly uncomfortable. He rejected me, and then he pushed me toward another man. The night my husband nearly beat me to death, the only person I called was Alessio. “Alessio, I don’t think I’m going to make it.” “Please. Take my daughter, Grace. She’s three.” “Take her in… the way you once took me in.” ... I knew I was dying. That’s why I didn’t call 911. I called the man who had raised me, Alessio Bellini. Down in the basement, the phone rang several times before he picked up. “What is it?” Alessio’s voice was as cold as ever. I pressed a hand to my bleeding abdomen, forcing the words out. “Alessio, I’m dying. Can you adopt Grace?” “She’s only three.” “Beck......

After my parents died in an accident, my father’s friend, Alessio Bellini, became my guardian. He was ten years older. He never let me call him “Mr. Bellini.” Just Alessio. So maybe it was stupid. Maybe it was the wine. But one night, I got drunk and confessed my love. He was clearly uncomfortable. He rejected me, and then he pushed me toward another man. The night my husband nearly beat me to death, the only person I called was Alessio. “Alessio, I don’t think I’m going to make it.” “Please. Take my daughter, Grace. She’s three.” “Take her in… the way you once took me in.” ... I knew I was dying. That’s why I didn’t call 911. I called the man who had raised me, Alessio Bellini. Down in the basement, the phone rang several times before he picked up. “What is it?” Alessio’s voice was as cold as ever. I pressed a hand to my bleeding abdomen, forcing the words out. “Alessio, I’m dying. Can you adopt Grace?” “She’s only three.” “Beck......

After my parents died in an accident, my father’s friend, Alessio Bellini, became my guardian. He was ten years older. He never let me call him “Mr. Bellini.” Just Alessio. So maybe it was stupid. Maybe it was the wine. But one night, I got drunk and confessed my love. He was clearly uncomfortable. He rejected me, and then he pushed me toward another man. The night my husband nearly beat me to death, the only person I called was Alessio. “Alessio, I don’t think I’m going to make it.” “Please. Take my daughter, Grace. She’s three.” “Take her in… the way you once took me in.” ... I knew I was dying. That’s why I didn’t call 911. I called the man who had raised me, Alessio Bellini. Down in the basement, the phone rang several times before he picked up. “What is it?” Alessio’s voice was as cold as ever. I pressed a hand to my bleeding abdomen, forcing the words out. “Alessio, I’m dying. Can you adopt Grace?” “She’s only three.” “Beck......