The magic mirror says Snow White is the fairest of them all. So I do what any evil queen would do: I summon my kingdom’s most legendary huntsman to take her into the forest and solve my problem.
Except Callum isn’t just a huntsman. He’s a massive wolf shifter who takes one whiff of my scent and decides he’s not handling my stepdaughter, he’s claiming ME. On my throne.
Before I can even finish giving the order! Then he calls his pack brothers…. I’ve spent years alone, twisted by a magic mirror that fed me poison disguised as truth. It told me beauty meant worth.
That control meant safety. That I needed to destroy anyone who threatened my position.
Turns out what I actually needed were three OTT, obsessive, possessive alphas who don’t give a damn about my beauty, power, or that I’m their queen. They only care that I’m theirs.
But unfortunately, dark magic doesn’t let go without a fight…
