Three love stories, one world-this steamy, slow-burn sequel follows new couples finding their fate, desire, and heartbreak in a world where wolves love hard, and the stakes run deeper than ever. *** Ravenna & Darius' story Ravenna was born a disgrace-wolf-less, exiled, and left for dead by her own pack. But death refused her. Rescued after a near-death incident, she awakens with untapped powers, far more dangerous than any wolf. Stolen away by Alpha Darius, a ruthless leader feared across all packs, their meeting sparks chaos: they're fated mates. Bound by a prophecy drenched in blood, Ravenna discovers her lineage holds the key to either salvation or destruction. With an ancient war on the horizon and dark forces hunting her, Ravenna must decide-embrace the unstoppable force within her or let it consume them all. Mia & Dalian's Story Once a fleeting passion, their connection reignites, but love comes with its own dangers. With the weight of what they've endured hanging over them, Mia and Dalian must fight for their love-or lose it forever. Lucian & Emily's Story Lucian's mate is human-and he's kept it a secret. After capturing her during a war, their dangerous connection grows. But Emily doesn't know they're fated, and the truth could destroy everything.
I sat next to the grave, holding the flowers I brought. I just stared at the name on the stone, tears flowing freely from my cheeks.
"It's my birthday, mum," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I stroked the name on the gravestone.
Isla Hale.
My mother, my world, my everything. Dead, gone, and left me all alone in a world where I do not belong.
"It's my birthday," I said again. "And no one remembered. Not even father. He didn't even look my way."
My twenty-one birthday.
The tears were flowing wildly, my vision blurry.
It hurts. It hurts so much to live like I'm invisible, like I'm nothing, a nobody.
My father doesn't even see me, not really. He doesn't look at me, doesn't care. My stepmother treats me like dirt under her shoe, and my stepsister is even worse.
The only one who cares is Lucas.
Just thinking about him makes the tears slow down.
Lucas. My boyfriend.
The reason I still get out of bed every morning.
We've been together for three years, and Lucas has been nothing but supportive, loving, and helpful.
Even though the pack and my own family treat me like I'm worthless, Lucas has been there, offering his strength and love through it all.
He was like glue keeping me together.
My pack members and family saw me as weak, all because I had no wolf.
I was born without a wolf despite my Father and Mother being full blooded wolves.
Some people call me an abomination, a curse.
Things were different when Mother was alive.
I was loved then, seen as a person. But then she died, and everything changed. Father changed, the pack members changed.
Then he went ahead and married Lila-my stepmother-and my life became so much worse.
She came into my life, took my Mother's place as Luna and made my life miserable, along with her daughter.
Turned me into a slave, and Father never batted an eyelash to her cruelties towards me.
It hurts, it hurts so damn much.
I pounded my chest, trying to get the pain to lessen, but it didn't, it just increased until I felt like I couldn't breathe.
"Why did you leave?" I shouted at the gravestone. "Why did you leave me alone? I can't do this without you, mum. I just can't. You told me to be strong, and I am trying, mum. I am really trying, but it hurts. It hurts so much."
I cried and cried, the pain in my chest getting worse, but I just kept crying.
And then I felt it.
A breeze, a gentle breeze. It would have been a normal breeze but it wasn't.
It has a smell-apples and lilies.
It smelled heavenly, it smelled peaceful, it smelled like home, it smelled like Mother.
I wiped my eyes and looked around, wondering if I was losing my mind. Nobody was here, and even if someone was, it couldn't be Mother.
She was dead, gone from my life.
The breeze, though, whispered a different story. It wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, soothing my aching soul.
It felt like a caress, a silent promise that I wasn't alone.
"You're not alone." The breeze kept whispering, and for the first time in five years, I felt like I wasn't alone.
Mother was with me, always and forever.
I wiped my face and stood up, brushing the dirt from my dress.
I wanted to stay there forever, just be with Mother, away from life and its harsh reality.
But I couldn't.
I had spent too long and someone would come find me soon, and the consequences will be bad.
I picked up the basket of eggs, my errand unfinished, and rushed back to the pack house, praying I hadn't lingered too long.
The pack house was bustling, everyone preparing for tonight's event: the Lunar Eclipse.
For us werewolves, the Lunar Eclipse was more than just an astronomical event; it was a moment of immense magical significance, tied to us and the moon goddess.
It occurs once every century and is said to be a time where the barriers between the mortal world and the realms of the gods are thinner.
During this time, the moon goddess can exert her influence over the world, and powerful magic is released, affecting all who are connected with the moon, particularly werewolves.
It was such a rare and beautiful event.
And to think, the event was also aligned with my birthday.
It made me feel special, even though no one else saw it.
I walked through the pack, some tying the decorations, while others setted up tables.
I tried to make myself as small as possible.
I didn't like being seen, because there would always be sharp words thrown at me, and I had my fill of tears for today.
I had almost reached the kitchen when someone shouted my name.
"Ravenna!" I stopped short, freezing, fear gripping my heart.
The one person I had tried so hard to avoid.
I turned slowly and faced Lila, holding the basket tighter to steady my shaking hands.
I looked at her feet, not daring to meet her eyes, already knowing what I'd see there-hate, anger, and disgust.
"You vile girl," Lila's words cut through the silence, sharper than any knife. "You spent over an hour just to fetch a few eggs?"
"It's not up-" I felt my cheek sting and my ears ring.
When had she gotten in front of me?
I held my slapped cheek, trying to hold back tears, still not raising my eyes.
"Do not ever talk back to me again, do you hear me?" she commanded, her voice hard.
"Yes, Lila," I responded, nodding.
"Weak thing," Lila threw the words as she went, and I turned and made my way to the kitchen.
Yeah, this was my life.
I dropped the eggs near the chef, who didn't acknowledge me, and helped with chopping vegetables and washing dishes.
When I was finally done, I was tired and wanted to retire for the day, to rest a little before the celebration started.
I was on my way to my room when I received a text. I brought out my phone from my pocket, and a smile spread across my face when I saw the name on my screen.
Lucas.
"Meet me in my room." The text says.
I immediately abandoned all ideas of rest, quickly freshened up, and made my way to the upper floors. Maybe he remembered my birthday this year.
Hope filled my chest as I reached his floor.
I was about to knock when I heard a noise that seemed to shatter my already shattered world.
"Oh, yes. Like that, Lucas." Came the noise from inside.
I burst into the room, and there they were-Lucas and my stepsister, both completely naked, wildly entwined as they moved against each other.
Calista had always believed the past was meant to stay buried, hidden in the shadows of memory. But why, then, was her past creeping back into the light, intertwining with her present? She spent her days in a fractured state-broken, miserable, angry at the world. But at least she had carved out a semblance of peace, until Jaxon Castillo stepped into her life. With his hot body and expressive eyes, he shattered her fragile calm, dragging her into a tumultuous conflict she wanted no part of-a life that haunted her more than anything else. She had convinced herself she was free from the ghosts of her past, that they had perished along with her family. Yet, as she found herself drawn deeper into Jaxon's orbit, his intense gaze unraveling her defenses, shadows of her history began to resurface. With every stolen glance, she felt herself surrendering pieces of her heart to him, pieces she had sworn to protect. Both held secrets-dark, potent truths that threatened to dismantle everything they had built. Secrets capable of turning the world against them. Calista was fire and rage; Jaxon was cool water and soothing. They would risk everything to protect each other, even if loving each other was what could destroy them both. –– TRIGGER WARNING; Sexual content, PTSD and trauma responses, Violence. Reader discretion is advised.
!! Rated 18+ | Mature Content | Trigger Warning: Abuse, Suicide (Off-page)! ! - -- Camille knows she's being watched. The feeling lingers in every shadow, in every stolen glance from the unnervingly beautiful stranger who seems to know her better than she knows herself. Lucien is dangerous, obsessive-and utterly inescapable. But danger is nothing new to Camille. She has spent years outrunning her past, drowning in darkness until Lucien pulled her from it. She... loved him for it. She was captivated by the exhilarating danger he wove into her existence. The electrifying chaos, the seductive darkness, and the intoxicating pleasure pulled her in like a moth to a flame. Then, she is taken. Victor swears she belongs to him, and Lucien will tear the world apart to get her back. But as the walls close in and the nightmares begin, Camille starts to wonder if this war between them is about more than just her. Her heart is caught between two monsters. Two obsessions. Two impossible choices. Will she choose none of them, one of them... or both? Fate has drawn them together once more, and this time, the choice is hers: break the cycle, or be utterly, entirely ruined by it.
"A one-year contract marriage. I know you're investigating something,"-Lena's heart sped up and she fought to keep her features blank- "and I can help you with that. In exchange, for one year, my resources will be yours. Full access. No strings attached-except the ones in the contract, of course." Lena's heart raced. A marriage proposal, but with a twist. *** Betrayed and burning for vengeance, Lena Santoro-now Selene Costa-enters a deadly game of love and lies with Rafe Moretti, a mafia don with secrets of his own. In Naples, where power and passion collide, their marriage of convenience becomes a battle for survival. Can they trust each other, or will betrayal tear them apart?
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
Maia grew up a pampered heiress-until the real daughter returned and framed her, sending Maia to prison with help from her fiancé and family. Four years later, free and married to Chris, a notorious outcast, everyone assumed Maia was finished. They soon discovered she was secretly a famed jeweler, elite hacker, celebrity chef, and top game designer. As her former family begged for help, Chris smiled calmly. "Honey, let's go home." Only then did Maia realize her "useless" husband was a legendary tycoon who'd adored her from the start.
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.