The Ghost of Her Mistakes

Since it happened, I haven't left my apartment. Ever.

But that's okay. I can take care of myself, and I can earn a living without having to leave my comfort zone. People are paying to look at me. I perform, and they watch, all of us from the safe anonymity behind our respective screens.

It works just fine—until I have to open my curtains one day.

An over-the-top dark reverse harem novella with lots of heat and three possessive alphas who only care about her.