This book is so genuinely ghastly it makes my eyes bleed. What the fuck was coho thinking at every stage of this novel. The opening is this weird as hell car crash, then we learn about this psychosexual freak of a main character who then learns that the writer she's writing for is also a psychosexual freak for a pretty normal man who seemingly puts every woman around him into an a/b/o style heat, who also hates all her children because... they take away sexy time? But... you know what sex leads too... you don't use protection and you're shocked? And then we go on to learn about how much she HATES her autistic daughter, straight up BLAMES her for her sister's death because she... didn't cry (when she knew the kid was very unemotional) and she "had a dream about it" LADY YOU ACTIVELY TRIED TO GIVE YOURSELF AN ABORTION. You more than ANYONE ELSE lead to the death of your kids. And then when Mr. Pheromone hears about this he kills her and goes on to be with psychosexual 1. 

AND THEN PLOT TWIST- turns out the whole thing was an exercise in "creative writting" (fucking bullshit btw, the shit Verity wrote about her kids was real, idk that she's a writter nobody on God's earth writes that shit about their kids unless they mean it.) and Alpha already knew and tried to kill her for it. Great. What the fuck does that actually add to this story. Ambiguity? Girl fuck you and your shitty husband.