A Kingdom of Wolves Complete Series

A Kingdom Of Wolves Complete Series Alice Wilde E-book Edition | A Kingdom of Wolves by Alice Wilde ©2023 Alice Wilde All rights reserved. This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise— without prior written permission from the publisher, except in case of including brief passages for use in a review. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. For permissions contact: [email protected] Ebook ASIN: B0BRTF3D3X Contents Content Warning Of Wolves and Women 1. Rose 2. Rose 3. Heath 4. Rose 5. Rose 6. Pierce 7. Rose 8. Heath 9. Rose 10. Rose 11. Rose 12. Rykker 13. Rose 14. Rose 15. Rose 16. Heath 17. Rose 18. Rose 19. Rose 20. Rykker 21. Rose 22. Rose 23. Rose 24. Pierce 25. Rose 26. Rose 27. Rykker Of Wolves and Warriors 1. Rose 2. Rose 3. Rose 4. Rykker 5. Rose 6. Heath 7. Rose 8. Pierce 9. Heath 10. Rose 11. Rose 12. Pierce 13. Rose 14. Rose 15. Rose 16. Heath 17. Rose 18. Rose 19. Rykker 20. Rose 21. Rose 22. Heath 23. Rose 24. Rose 25. Rose 26. Rose 27. Pierce 28. Rose Of Wolves and Wives 1. Rose 2. Rose 3. Heath 4. Rose 5. Pierce 6. Rose 7. Rykker 8. Rose 9. Rose 10. Rose 11. Rykker 12. Rose 13. Heath 14. Rose 15. Rose 16. Pierce 17. Rose 18. Rose 19. Rose 20. Heath 21. Rose 22. Rose 23. Rose 24. Rose 25. Rykker 26. Rose 27. Rose 28. Pierce 29. Rose 30. Rykker 31. Rose 32. Rose 33. Rose 34. Heath 35. Rose 36. Rose Epilogue Thank You Also by Alice Wilde About the Author To those who persevere, despite the wolves of this world. Content Warning Dear reader, First, thank you so very much for choosing this series, it truly means the world to me! I cannot wait for you to begin this adventure; however, please be aware that this series is not intended to be suitable for all ages. This is a work of dark, new adult fantasy that is meant to grow progressively darker and steamier, with some scenes that may be quite disturbing or graphic to some readers. There are multiple love interests, slow-build relationships, spicy scenes, violence, dub-con (not by the heroes), torture, breeding, voyeurism, primal hunt, cliffhangers, betrayal, mention of past non-con, brutal scenes and sometimes graphic descriptions, etc. And this is just the tip. This series is multiple POV, so there will sometimes be a bit of overlap with scenes or time from one chapter to the next as the perspective switches. There will be an eventual happily ever after/happy for now, but expect a bit of a rough go to get there. Please remember, this is purely a work of fiction set in a fantasy world with different laws and rules. This series absolutely gets spicier, more gruesome and trigger happy as they continue on. If this hasn’t scared you off yet, then let me be the first to welcome you to … A Kingdom of Wolves. Alice Of Wolves and Women Book One 1 Rose I watch from the shadows as rays of sunlight begin to drive the greyness from the sky. Somehow, I’ve managed to survive another day. Slipping from the shadows, I tuck the lengths of my skirts around my legs as I hurry to climb down from my hidden perch above the streets before the rest of the city wakes. The last thing I need is for someone else to find the little nook I’ve carved out for myself among the rooftops. Thick curls of fog swirl around my ankles as I make my way toward the market, and I breathe in the sweet wetness of the air, yet to be tainted by the pungent smells of the day. The soft, worn leather soles of my boots pad softly against the cobblestone. Using the lengths of my cloak to shift the fog from my feet, I try my best to avoid the puddles from last night’s downpour which have yet to be swallowed up by the warmth of the sun. There’s a hole in my boot that I can’t yet afford to fix, and I’m not looking to have damp toes all morning. I shudder at the thought just as a chill morning gust whips down the alley. I pull the remnants of my cloak tighter about my shoulders, trying my best not to shiver against it as the swirling fog at my feet turns to streaming rivulets of white. I should be used to the cold by now. After all, it’s been my closest companion for far too many years. That and the blazing heat of summer, now but a distant memory with the turn of the seasons. Finally reaching the market, I slip into an enclave to watch as the merchants set out their wares for the day. My eyes catch on a set of glistening brooches the man at the nearest stall to me is laying out. The care he takes with each one is all I need to see to know that he’s also the one who spends countless hours over the forge crafting them. Though my fingers twitch for them, I force myself to look away. I have no use for something so pretty, let alone the ability to ever repay the man if I did. Besides, I’ve seen what happens to those who dare to reach for the shiny things their fingers so desperately itch for. They were the ones who got caught. The ones who were disappeared from this place, never to be seen or heard from again. If growing up on the cold streets has taught me anything,