Updated: Dec 3, 2020
A beta in an oppressive werewolf society must participate in a mating ceremony where alphas hunt their future mates.
As a beta in Wereduin society, Fern has no choice but to be mated when he comes of age. The ideal beta wereduin was subservient to their alpha, bears young, and knows their place in society.
Fern isn't like that.
Rather than become an extension of his alpha, Fern wants to play in his band, hang out with his friends, and stay himself.
Now of age, Fern is to be placed in the Offering—an annual ceremony where alphas hunt and claim their beta mates. And whose attention does Fern attract? None other than Donovan Blackfang, a Highborne alpha who will stop at nothing but to claim Fern’s heart, body, and soul.
Publisher: Self Published
Cover Artist: Zoe Perdita
Release Date: November 13, 2020
Genre/s: M/M dark erotica, taboo, mpreg, paranormal/urban romance,
shifter fantasy, werewolves
Trope/s: alphas and betas, strong/unruly protagonist
Themes: dubious/non consent. forced marriage, societal inequality,
abuse, violence, Dom/sub, BDSM
Heat Rating: 5 flames
Length: approx. 65 000 words/ 250 pages
It is Book 1 out of 2. Book 2 will be released later in 2021.
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Tell us a little about yourself and your writing goals.
I’m Rosary Deville, a relatively new author. I say relatively because Rosary is a pen I write under, but I’ve written under my real name for a few years now.
I decided to allow myself to write out my darker sexual fantasies, and for that I needed a name. I wanted to challenge my religion that I grew up with, so I used the first name Rosary. Then I wanted to juxtapose that with a devilish name, and what’s more devil sounding than the name of the actual devil. So Deville it is!
But at some point, rather than making this name about being evil, I wanted to make it more sex-positive—as in indulging in one’s sexual fantasies, even those taboo. That they all have a place in the development of full, rounded persons.
Congratulations on your new release. Please tell us a little bit about it. What’s your favorite aspect or part of the story? Do you have a favorite character? Who/Why?
The book takes place in a fictional world where werewolves live. They are called wereduin. The Offering is a mating ritual that takes place over the length of a month. All beta wereduins of age are allowed to join. For some betas, this isn’t a request as is the case of our main character, Fern. His parents are forcing him to enter now that he’s of age. The Offering can be brutal with the first ritual being known as the Hunt, where the betas are taken out into the middle of a forest where the alphas will hunt them down.
Favorite aspect of the story? I like the idea that despite living in a world of strict hierarchy, there’s no distinction between genders. Male or female can get pregnant and impregnate. As a feminist, I want to show gender equality in my writing, so I’m glad that it came out here—even though egalitarianism is the exact opposite word to describe Wereduin society.
As for having a favorite character? Well, there’s definitely Fern! I love him. But for this question, I’m going to talk about a lovable side character named Shamar—Fern’s best friend. He’s a zombie with a big heart. Like Fern, he sees the injustice in their society, both the wereduins and his own, and wants to change it. He also deeply cares about Fern, stands up to Don, and even puts himself in harm’s way to keep Fern safe. Basically, he’s the best friend I never had.
Are you a planner or a pantser? How much do you know about your story before you start writing? How often does your plan change? Why does this work best for you?
For this story I was a pantser, hands down! But that’s not always the case. Some stories I am a massive planner. With the Offering, all I knew was the premise—alphas hunting their betas in a nighttime event that took place in the woods. I just jumped in and wrote it, then the story carried on from there and grew into what it is today.
Do deadlines motivate you or block you? How do you deal with them?
Depends on what you mean by motivation. Too much stress freezes me up, and I can’t focus. Think deer in the headlights. Having goals, though, does help me stay focused. What helps me when I need to get something done is to break up the task into small chunks and work on them accordingly. For instance, I’ll go through the story making a list of what needs to be done. Then I’ll rate it as far as difficulty goes. Finally, I’ll sort the list from easiest to hardest and work my way down. This approach is something that I learned in another life when I was a software developer.
What was the most difficult part of writing this book? Why?
The most difficult would definitely be editing. I fully immersed myself in the story while writing it. It was actually one of the smoothest stories I’ve written because I felt like I was listening and recording the story as it happened. But the editing process…now that was a long tedious ordeal.
How do you develop a story idea? Do you always use the same method? Specifically, which do you develop first in your story building, the characters or the plot?
I don’t use the same method. I think every story comes about differently. But that said, most times the characters come to me first. Occasionally, it’s the plot, but not regularly.
What are your favorite genres when it comes to your own pleasure reading? Do you prefer to read ebooks or print?
I love reading anything with a fantastical element to it. So purely contemporary isn’t something I’m drawn to. Not to say that I won’t read it, and I have quite a few books in my to-read list that are non-fantasy. My favorite stories are character-driven ones where they have close meaningful relationships—romantic or platonic.
I read mostly, if not entirely ebooks. Several reasons for this. The first being the lack of space. When I do get physical books it is for a purpose, either a collectible or signed copy, or if it’s something that I’ve won.
Does writing energize or exhaust you?
It depends. Sometimes it’s just what I need to restore my sanity, blow off steam. Other times it feels like I’m running a marathon, and I really have to push myself. And then there are the best times when it feels like I’m living the story as I write it—like I’m just jotting it down as the events unfold around me. Those are the best times!
What is your writing Kryptonite?
Perfection. I can let myself go down an exceedingly long rabbit hole trying to get everything to be exactly right. It’s at those times that I have to remind myself that a good story doesn’t have to be a perfect one!
If you could tell your younger writing self anything, what would it be?
Go write your face off and don’t worry about perfection!
What is the best money you ever spent as an author?
The money I spent going to Rainbow Con 2015. That’s what started my journey into writing professionally.
How do you select the names of your characters?
This was a pretty fun part! In Offering, each race has a naming convention. In wereduin society, betas are named after flowers or plants. So, when looking for a name for our main character, Fern, I found one that reflected his personality nicely. He’s tough on the outside, but vulnerable and sensitive on the inside. As for Don, the alphas in wereduin society have Celtic-based names. I’ve liked the name Donovan for a while, and once I saw it, I knew it was him, especially since he could shorten it to Don.
What do you think about when you’re alone in your car?
I find that driving can help the whole creative process. I do a lot of story dreaming—letting my imagination run wild. Sometimes I’ll get really good ideas. Other times, I’ll focus on a problem in the story that needs addressing—such as a situation I need to get the characters out of, or a possible path to take to get to my desired destination.
What were you like in high school?
Much too quiet! If I could go back in time, I’d tell myself to make more of a scene.
What are the three best things about you?
Feels a bit odd answering this. But I think one would be courageous. I used to be afraid of just about everything under the sun, but at some point, I decided to turn and face my fears. Now I have a motto of trying everything that I am afraid of just to kick my fears. The second would be tenacity. I’ll grab hold of something and not let go. Hubby says I’m like a bloodhound. But it comes in handy when I am searching for something. I always get my man! The last one…hmmm. I think it would be the fact that I don’t like to see people unhappy and am always trying to be accommodating. Maybe that works against me, and turns me into a bit of a people pleaser, but I like the idea of making people feel at ease.
What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
I love chocolate! Have a few Ben and Jerry ones that I’ll eat religiously. The best one is called Phish Food.
Someone grabbed the nape of my neck. Shit, no! Why hadn’t I paid more attention to my surroundings?
This alpha male was stout and gray. His jagged claws dug into my shoulder, and it ripped a cry from my throat. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another beta. This alpha must have been cornering her before I showed up. She didn’t look back at me as she made her escape. The alpha who had me could have come from my worst nightmares. He had a large scar across his eye. His thick, weather-worn hide told me he’d been at this game for a while. He could be my papa’s age, not that age mattered for werewolves, but his face was truly menacing. The glee I found in his glowing red eyes terrified me. Veins riddled his muscular physique. One of his ears had been chewed off. He gripped my shoulder, tearing my skin. I clawed at his hands, face, biting wherever I could as he forced me onto the ground.
I felt sure I was a goner when he was knocked off of me. Growling surrounded us. It was the large, black alpha that had taken on the slaver. He snarled at the alpha who had been about to rape me. Slowly, I crawled away on my hands and knees. That was when he turned his fangs on me, growling. He didn’t want me to leave, as if he already felt some ownership of me. Something in his eyes halted me and trapped my breath in my throat. I shook my head rapidly.
There was no way I would be claimed tonight. And certainly not by a male. I took off running, leaving them to their fight.
It was over shockingly quick. The dark alpha won. My alpha. It confused me when I momentarily thought of him as mine. My body wanted to submit. Arousal grew heavy in my groin, heating up my body.
Instincts be damned, I was not born so I could have some male alpha’s pups.
The black alpha picked up speed.
Just then, two alpha males sprang from either side of the woods. I ducked low, and they collided into each other. I dodged around them. The left one snatched me back before the alpha on the right knocked him to the ground.
Both alphas were beautiful—if I allowed myself to think something like that about the same sex. One was a scarlet red, while the other a golden bronze. Hopefully, the two would also stop the black alpha who still followed me, and I could make a getaway.
Both tried, not wanting to let a challenger slip by.
I dragged out a relieved sigh. Part of me was disappointed, and that part scared me. The rest of me was thankful. I didn’t want any of them to win—especially the strong dark alpha.
It was apparent by their beauty that all three alphas fighting over me were from the upper-class. But my eye was drawn to the dark one—jet black with those piercing neon-blue eyes and riddled, muscular physique. Of the three, he was the most handsome. Shaking my head and trying to remove those unwanted thoughts about the beautiful alphas fighting for me, I left them to battle.
When I heard them following me, I stole a glance over my shoulder. My heart stopped. Both the scarlet and golden-bronze alphas chased behind me. The dark werewolf must have been beaten. My heart sank. I wanted to slap myself. Why did I feel so let down?
I ran blindly through the forest and over the rocks until I backed myself against a cliff. Both werewolves approached me, snarling. I retreated as far as I could go before I drew my fangs. There was no way I was going down without a fight.
Perhaps they formed an alliance because they no longer fought each other. Instead, they homed in on me. Was I about to be claimed by two males?
How would they take me? I only had one opening. Would they both try to fit? My body trembled, but my beta brain started to submit. It craved having the alphas’ cocks inside me.
Backing away, I shook my head and crouched low. They sprang at me, but before they could touch me, a black shadow leaped from the cliff over my head. He landed in front of me.
There he is again!
The black alpha.
Gratitude overwhelmed me, and I could do nothing but stare at him. I wanted this alpha. I ached inside. Precum dripped from my hard cock. I wanted him inside of me.
Violently, I shook my head. No. I did not want to be claimed by anyone tonight. I found a small opening created by their fighting and snuck out. The black alpha growled at me, and I couldn’t stop my shiver. He wanted me to wait for him. He wanted me to let him claim me. Already, it felt like he had his claws around my heart.
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Rosary is an author of erotica ranging from sweet and fluffy, to dark and taboo. She aims to foster a sex-positive experience for readers to indulge their fantasies in a fun and safe space. Sometimes she uses her writing to journey into the often hidden and taboo depths of human sexuality, and hopes readers will take away from her stories, not an acceptance of violence and sexual abuse, but rather a way to embrace their inner desires often shamed by society.