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Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Shift of Morals By K. Webster
Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Shift of Morals
By K. Webster
From USA Today Bestselling Author K Webster comes an angst-filled, steamy age-gap MM shifter standalone romance!
***This is the fifth book to release in the Kingdom of Wolves collection but is a COMPLETE STANDALONE. It’s meant to be read on its own and is a full story with a happily ever after.***
I found him when he was a boy.
Bloody. Mangled. Near death.
If I’d been a merciful alpha, I would’ve snapped his neck and ended him right then.
Except, I didn’t.
Something in his big brown eyes tugged at my heart strings.
I kept him. Healed him. Raised him to be fierce, loyal, and brave.
Now that he’s an adult, everything’s changing.
He’s no longer the soft, scared beta I once thought he was.
No, there’s an uncontrollable anger inside him.
A rage-filled hate I don’t understand.
As a dangerous pack begins tormenting us and destroying our home, I feel him pulling from me as he seeks justice.
He thirsts for revenge, even if it means leaving our pack and going solo.
But, as his alpha, I won’t let him go without a fight.
Each time he pushes, I pull him right back to me.
I’ll keep him locked in my arms or pinned beneath me forever if that’s what it takes to keep him.
A shift of morals has begun.
One I don’t understand, but certainly don’t resist.
I’m the most powerful wolf on Beacon Island. I don’t have weaknesses.
Until now.
This wild, reckless young man changed everything when he stole my heart.
This book is a steamy standalone MM age-gap shifter romance. No other books need to be read before or after this one as it is a complete story.
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Excerpt:
A sigh of frustration escapes me. It’s a ragged, raspy sound that grates on my nerves. Everything pisses me off lately. Myself. Them. Him.
Cyrus Hames is my keeper.
My boss.
Warden to my prison.
I hate him.
Not like the monster who stole so much from me. In a different sort of way. I hate him for finding me—for not letting me die with them. For forcing me to live a life filled with emptiness and pain. I once was a talkative child, much to my mother’s playful annoyance, but that night changed everything. I blocked out what I could to preserve my sanity. I haven’t spoken a word since.
Not by choice.
No, the thing that attacked us made that decision for me when he tried to rip my throat out. As if I’m thrust back to that night, the scarred flesh burns with such agony tears spring in my eyes. It’s difficult to keep myself walled and shut off from the invasion of my pack, but I’ve been practicing more lately. If they sense I’m hurting, they’ll all run to me, hovering to fix it, as if they can pluck the terrible memories right from my brain.
They can’t.
All they’ll be successful in doing is suffocating me. I yearn to meet other people my age. To explore beyond the edge of the woods where we live. To visit cities and eat at restaurants and experience what life has to offer.
They saved me so they could trap me.