Taming the Spider Demon
What do you get when you marry the calculating new alpha of the Ricci pack to the infamous "Spider Demon" of the yakuza?
A web spun with blood, betrayal, and submission.
I never expected to get married, especially not to the deadliest man in the Sato clan—a creature who thrives on chaos and may already be plotting my demise. But when loyalty to my pack demands a sacrifice to unite our families and seize control of New York’s supernatural underworld, I have no choice.
Kuroi Sato isn’t the silent assassin I expected. Instead, she’s a storm of disobedience, dangerously unpredictable, and too alluring for her own good. Born from a curse that nearly shattered her father’s empire, she’s a spider demon who needs structure, discipline, and a firm hand—mine.
Every whispered secret points to Kuroi spinning me as her next victim, but my instincts say otherwise. Beneath the chaos lies a woman desperate for control, even as she fights to submit. Together, we’re a deadly combination—but will it destroy us both?
In a world where loyalty is power and blood is currency, I’ll either tame Kuroi—or die tangled in her deadly web.
As the darkness swallowed my sight, I wasn’t sure. And just before my world blinked out, his face changed. Oh my god, my husband was shifting. Never having been with a wolf, I had only imagined what it would look like. Seeing him turn above me was incredible. Hoping to see more, I instead blacked out.
When I came to, things were much calmer. My husband was no longer choking the life out of me and I was no longer trying to kill him. I was instead desperately trying to catch my breath and he was shirtless and putting on his pants. More interesting than that, his spider bites were gone.
“Do you need help with that?” I asked, finding my voice.
“You’re fuckin’ nuts,” he said barely looking at me.
“But honey, I’m your nuts,” I crooned.
“Lucky me,” he huffed sarcastically.
“I think you ruined my makeup,” I admitted not wanting to see myself in the mirror.
“I think you stabbed me in the back.”
“It was a love tap.”
“You call that love.”
“Do you think I couldn’t find an artery?” I asked casually.
My husband paused sobering up.
“I don't know. Could you have?”
“There are six arteries that when cut would most-likely end in death, even for your kind. In the neck, the chest, the collar, the arm, the pelvis, and oh yeah, four inches down from the bite in your thigh.”
“Shit!” he cooed.
“Like I said, a love tap,” I told him before he got up, headed to his room and locked the door behind him.
This was going to make performing my wifely duties on our wedding night a challenge. It looks like I got ‘the talk’ for nothing.