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Maya, an omega, has been a victim of bullying since she turned sixteen and was found out to be without the wolf gene or trait. Her chief tormentors were the three sons of the Lycan King who ruled over the entire werewolf regions, taking into captive colonies that defied his order. After being set up by a jealous classmate, Maya is beaten and left for dead at the borders of their pack by the king’s three sons, who told the pack that she had been captured by some rogues. Maya is saved by a witch who adopted and drilled her on the ways of the ancient magic and sorcery, whilst encouraging and preparing her for a huge revenge plan which threatens to upset the balance of the world and unleash the great threads of darkness seven years later when she returns to her previous pack to perpetrate justice on her tormentors. She comes at a crossroads when she discovers her true heritage and that her mate was the biggest bully there ever was, Adam Brekans, eldest son of the lycan king. What happens now? Would Maya continue on her quest for revenge? Or would she submit to the threads of love so that peace could reign?

The Play-Toy Of Three Lycan Kings

"As much as her fire and sassiness turns me on, I don't understand her one bit. Why was she crying?" I heard my brother, Daniel ask, and sighed.

She baffled me. Dora. Was that even her real name? The name sounded like something that was made up out of whim. I would bet my ten percent that the name was fake. It wasn't her name, and it only made me more curious.

"Adam.." Noah called me. I turned and stared at him, wondering why he and Daniel were even here. Shouldn't they be finding more girls to go to bed with?

What am I even thinking? Why wasn't I happy that they were here? Why wasn't I happy when they had called Dora a slut? I had laughed to get on with it, but deep within, I just wanted to chase them away. I just wanted to take Dora to the secret cave and unravel her.

I shut my eyes as I remembered the last girl I had taken there, the girl that had disappeared without a trace. I shook my head. I refuse to dwell on that.

Adam’s Thoughts