She is so small… Can she take us?

Her skin looks so soft and full, I want to bite it.

“Elara, from this moment onward, you belong to us.”

“Will you strip for us? Or should we help you?”
Elara walked into her sister’s wedding and found her fated mate standing at the altar.

Only he had chosen her sister.
Beautiful girls don’t have to settle for ruthless Alphas. That’s what plus-sized, overlooked little sisters are for. So Elara steps up to take her sister’s place in the Blackthorn Pack. It’s fine. She can handle being a bargaining chip to carry the Lycan bloodline.
What she can’t handle are the four Alphas waiting for her: Riven, Thorne, Cassian, and Lucian. Her father’s oldest friends. Men she spent her childhood watching from the shadows.
They don’t know her face… but the second she arrives, they look at her like she’s everything they’ve ever wanted.

And Elara is terrified she’s going to want them back.