They call me fairy-tale beauty made flesh.
But I’m just Annika.
I’ve already buried one man I loved. I’m still haunted by the ghosts of my past. I have one rule: Nobody gets close to my son.
Fate—or the Norse Gods—had other plans:
Shove me on a pitch-black parking lot. Drop a six-foot-six Sons of Ragnarök patch-wearer—inked, ruthless, and fourteen years my senior. I’m frozen in terror. My fearless two-year-old with zero sense of danger? Both arms. Open wide. And the Beast takes my boy like he’s always belonged to him.
“I’m Ronny ‘Leif’ Reinhardt, and I rule the Sons of Ragnarök with absolute power.
Protection money? I call it insurance premium. A broken arm? Just business.
Innocence has never been my weakness. Until a tiny redhead barrels into my life and the beast in me finally meets its match. The feeling is foreign, dangerous, and fuckin’ addictive. I’m everywhere now. Watching. Guarding.”
Guarding? And why is he smirking? And calling our encounters “coincidence”?
My head calls him obsessed. My body is obsessed. With him. Starts sending SOS.
But the most terrifying part? He doesn’t rip my clothes off. He looks me in the eyes and asks, “May I?”
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There’s no going back. The poison apple is already bitten. ONE BITE, and you’ll be stuck in Germany’s industrial wasteland where the darkness hits harder—not for lack of light, but because hope, love, and beauty only increase the level of destruction. A dark, twisted Snow White retelling × outlaw biker romance. ONE BITE, Snow White… and the Beast never lets you go. Five books. One arc. This is where the found family saga begins.
This is book one of five — a slow burn that starts gentle and builds. Come for the Golden Retriever moments, stay for the abyss that follows.