Published by Self-published Genres: Dark Romance
Format: eARC
True love is a myth. A trick. A way to subdue the heroine and take everything form her. I should know. My “true love” conspired with my stepmother to have me killed and stole my throne. But they failed. I’ve been in hiding and refining my vengeance. I’m no longer the damsel they mistook me for once upon a time. I’m coming for them. And my kingdom too. Who needs dwarves when they have wolves? Who needs blades when you have arrows? My name used to be Snow. Now they call me Winter. And I will destroy them all.
If you like retelling’s of fairy tales then you are going to love Winter’s Arrow. This is not just a retelling but a book set in the Omegaverse. I will be the first to tell you that I am not a huge paranormal reader. I don’t like stories about wolves and dragons and such but I gave this one a chance and it was really good. Snow was one the princess of the Winter Sector, the heir apparent, and the last member of her family. When her parents die she is left in the care a a female Alpha. I know, I know, it is strange to even write female alpha, but it works well in this story. However it doesn’t take Winter long to realize that she wants to kill her and she only has her seven wolf protectors instead of dwarfs to keep her save. I don’t want to give the entire story away. I really liked it and thought that it was a interesting twist to a tale we all know so well.
“Help,” I begged. “Need… help.” Kazek frowned at me. “You’re going into estrus, Snow. I’m planning to help you.” I shook my head, a whine catching in my throat. He didn’t understand. “No knot.” I couldn’t accept it. This had to be part of Vanessa’s plan, to make an Alpha think he could fuck me fully. She’d planned to entice Enrique with this spell, to force him to knot me. That was what she’d meant by having methods to induce the sensations. She’d cast some wicked enchantment that convinced Alphas I could handle them in a rut. Tears collected in my eyes. I’d escaped her clutches, only to fall into the hands of someone so much worse—an Alpha driven by need. She’d won. After all that… she’d still won. I crumpled against him, sobbing beneath the crushing emotions of betrayal and defeat. And worse, arousal. Because I wanted him.
Leave a Reply