It’s The Craft meets Supernatural in this enemies to lovers, why choose witchy romance.

Marta
I joined the Royal Harlots MC to hunt monsters—not to fall in love.
 
Atlas and Wesson Colt are chaos wrapped in leather and sin. Brothers bound in blood and violence.
 
When a ritual goes wrong, the three of us are dragged into a liminal world where desire has teeth, pain tastes like pleasure, and every boundary we once held sacred melts into hunger.
 
Atlas
I’ve spent years fighting monsters and keeping my brother alive. I can handle blood, curses, and death, but not the way this bond twists through the three of us, tightening until I can feel Wesson’s breath in my chest and Marta’s heartbeat in my veins.
 
The liminal exposes everything—every craving, every flaw, every memory I buried to survive. In this place, hate and hunger blur until I can’t tell where mine ends and theirs begins…and whether any of us can survive the pull of our worst impulses.
 
Wesson
I wasn’t made for this life. Not the Harlots, not the warriors, not her. Atlas carries rage; I carry shame. The kind of damage you don’t come back from.
 
But being in the liminal forces it all to the surface. Every thought I shouldn’t think. Every desire I shouldn’t feel. For her. For him. For the darkness strangling the three of us with every breath.
 
If we don’t escape this realm soon, it won’t just claim us. It’ll consume us.

Three enemies. One cursed bond. A darkness that feeds on love and fear alike.

When the only way out is each other, survival might cost them their souls.

MMF • Witches & warriors • Enemies to lovers • Forced proximity • Liminal world • Why choose
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CONTENT NOTICE

• Blood letting (like a lot of it)
• Dubious consent
• Magical sex rituals
• Semi-taboo relationship between stepbrothers
• Memories of past child abuse by a parental figure
• Death of parental figures
• Violence, gore, and demonic possession
• Religious trauma
• Choking and gagging and spitting
• Stalking and a bit of primal play

Your mental health is important, friends. If you need to sit this one out, I promise not to be offended. If this reads more like a menu of gratuitous desserts you can’t wait to enjoy, then…as you were.