"I want you to feel everything I shall do to you tonight, everything." Another kiss followed, tracing a line from her stomach to her lips. He then lifted his face to hers, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, his lips coaxing hers open. As he did, he pressed a block of ice to her lips, guiding it with his mouth, the coldness sharp and foreign against her. The chill of the ice struck her, yet it slowly melted, mingling with the warmth of his breath as he kissed down her shoulder, his face burying into the soft curve of her neck. A soft moan escaped her lips. "Yes, dearest, do it-moan for me." -- Determined to make the Alpha who forced her into marriage jealous, Magdalena turned to another man, unaware that it was the Alpha himself in disguise. But what happens when the truth comes to light? When she realizes the man she fell for was him all along? Will she walk away from the deception, or stay, knowing her heart has already chosen him? Note: This is a dark werewolf romance containing explicit content.
Today marked another Blood Moon Festival without Giselle being found. She knew now that either the witches had caught a glimpse of what she carried in her belly, or the pack leaders would discover she was the traitor king's daughter. Either outcome would place her in danger. There was no rescue waiting for her.
Giselle had refused to tell her husband about the one who appeared last night and the message it brought.
Giselle, Luna of the Shadow Fang Pack, was a witch with the power of ice. The Moon Goddess had prophesied that her child would bear the Threefold Gift. But such a gift was tied to the dynasties flowing through her veins.
Her lineage came from the ancient royal family of the Werewolves, once called the Wolf Men. Her mother was a witch. But where did the Lycan blood come from? How could one child carry the three most powerful bloodlines and still survive in this cruel world?
Centuries ago, the pack leaders conspired with the Ancient one to invade the Lycan kingdom and wipe out every beast in the bloodline. The Lycans had been stronger than the Werewolves, and that strength made them targets. In the betrayal, the royal family was slaughtered-including her father. They had called him a traitor for siding with the beasts. No one knew he had left behind a daughter, born of a witch.
That secret had been hers alone, shared only with her mate, Alaric.
But if she gave birth to this child, everything would be exposed. The witches would see the prophecy as soon as the child took its first breath.
Alpha Alaric burst into his chambers, the door slamming shut behind him. Within, his mate stood by the arched window, her gaze fixed upon the heavens. The full moon hung heavy in the sky, soon to be cloaked in red. One hand rested gently upon her swelling belly, the other tracing slow, soothing circles as if to calm the life stirring within her.
"Gather your things," Alaric said, voice low but urgent. "You must leave at once."
Giselle turned sharply. Her breath caught in her throat. "Leave? Why? What has happened?"
"They have uncovered your secret," Alaric said grimly.
Giselle went rigid. "That is not possible. No one knew."
"There is no time for protest," he snapped, already seizing a woolen shawl from the foot of the bed. With fierce urgency, he swept her few possessions into it, hands moving like a man chased by fate itself.
"No." She rushed to him, grasping his arm. "We leave together. I shall not flee without you."
Alaric stilled, his gaze locking with hers. His jaw tightened and for a fleeting moment, a softness flickered in his eyes, but it was quickly extinguished beneath the cold mask of an Alpha.
"You must go,"His voice was ironbound and unyielding.
"Not without you," she cried, voice trembling, torn from the depths of her soul. "We can still escape if we leave now. Before they-"
"Giselle."
The single word stopped her cold. It was not a plea, but a command. A summons forged from his alpha tone. It rooted her to the stone floor and stole the breath from her lungs.
"Please," she whispered.
Her voice broke as tears welled in her eyes.
Alaric reached for her, cradling her face in both hands, calloused thumbs brushing the tears from her cheeks. "I will find you," he murmured. "By the moon above, I swear it. But if they find you here, they will not spare you. Nor the child you carry."
Before she could answer, the door flew open with a crash. A maid, young Miriam, burst inside, eyes wide with terror, her breath coming in gasps.
"The ritual has begun. The pack leaders are gathering by the fire."
Alaric's head snapped toward her. "Take this," he said swiftly, thrusting the bundled shawl into the maid's arms without hesitation.
Then he turned back to Giselle.
His hands trembled as they cupped her face, his touch achingly gentle, his eyes burning with the weight of all he dared not say.
"I will find you," he said again, his voice hoarse. "On my soul, I vow it."
He kissed her then, desperate. The kind of kiss that clung like a memory. Giselle sobbed, holding him as if she could stop this from happening.
"Go," Alaric whispered, his lips lingering against hers, his voice breaking. "Please."
Miriam stepped forward and tugged lightly at Giselle's arm.
No sooner had they set foot in the garden than Giselle doubled over. A sharp cry tore from her lips as pain lanced through her abdomen.
"Luna, by the gods," Miriam cried, darting to her side to steady her faltering frame.
"The child... it comes," Giselle gasped, clutching her belly as her breath came in ragged bursts.
"Breathe, my lady. Breathe," Miriam urged, voice tight with fear. "Hold fast. We are near the cave." With a firm grip on her mistress's arm, she half-dragged, half-guided her across the gravel path and into the waiting darkness beyond.
Through a veil of agony and blurred vision, Giselle allowed herself to be led down the narrow passage. The scent of damp earth filled her lungs. The walls pressed close. At the passage's end, Miriam came to a jarring halt.
There stood Lydia Voss. Her best friend.
Giselle's heart surged. "Lydia," she breathed, a flicker of hope piercing the haze of pain.
She took a trembling step forward, then stopped.
Something was amiss.
Lydia did not move. Her eyes, once warm with friendship, were now distant and glacial. She stared without warmth or recognition. From the gloom behind her, wolves emerged. Silent, watchful, their eyes gleamed with menace.
A cold dread curled in her stomach. "Lydia?" she whispered.
The woman she had once called sister tilted her head ever so slightly. The gesture was more predator than friend.
"Please... you need not do this," Giselle said, her voice trembling. "Think of the child."
Lydia's lips parted into a smile. It was bitter and devoid of warmth.
"If you wish to avoid harm, or ensure the child survives, you shall come with us," she said coolly, as though delivering a decree rather than a betrayal.
Giselle stared, disbelieving. This could not be the same woman who had once stood beside her at her crowning, who had sworn fealty under moon and oath.
Then, from Giselle's side, Miriam stepped forward. Her voice cut like a blade through the tension.
"How dare you bar the Luna's path?" she cried. "Stand aside, traitor."
Lydia laughed.
"After tonight," she said, her voice like ice, "she shall be no such thing."
Giselle's chest constricted. "Why?" she breathed. "Why are you doing this? We were friends. You..."
"Hold, Giselle. You are mistaken." Lydia's smile twisted cruelly, "I was never your friend."
The words struck like a blade to the heart. Swift, precise, and without mercy.
Giselle staggered back, her breath catching. "That cannot be," she whispered, eyes shining with disbelief. "Tell me this is a falsehood. Tell me there is still a scrap of truth between us."
But Lydia's eyes glinted like steel beneath the moonlight.
"In our world, my dear," Lydia started, "we do not wait for fate to favor us. We seize it. I was promised to Alaric. He was mine by every right, until you came and beguiled him."
Giselle's lips parted, but no sound came.
"So," Lydia continued, stepping forward, "I forged a swifter path to the future I was denied. By offering you to the pack leaders, I have ensured my place in the new order. Through you, my destiny shall be fulfilled."
A hush fell, heavy and terrible.
"Now," Lydia said, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "do not make this more difficult than it must be. Comply, or bleed here where you stand."
The world tilted beneath Giselle's feet. Her knees buckled as another contraction seized her, but she clenched her jaw and held fast, summoning what strength she could muster.
She had known. Lydia had known everything. And now, nothing would stay her hand.
Lydia stepped forward.
Giselle recoiled, nearly stumbling upon the uneven stone. "Keep back," she said, her voice low, trembling.
Lydia's eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. "Do not resist, dear sister," she murmured. "It shall go the harder for you if you do."
Before Giselle could speak again, Miriam placed herself between them, her small frame taut with defiance. "You shall not touch her," she said coldly. "Not while I draw breath."
Lydia's smile twisted, feral. "As you wish."
With a flick of her wrist, her fingers morphed nails lengthening into curved talons gleaming in the cave's dim light.
There was scarcely time to gasp. Lydia struck her. Miriam's cry was cut short as claws hit her chest, the blow casting her against the cavern wall with sickening force. She collapsed without a sound.
"No!" Giselle's screamed.
Lydia turned to her once more. With a silent gesture, she summoned the wolves.
But her powers stirred within Giselle, a force as old as frost on stone. Her power, born of winter's breath, surged forth, cold. With a cry that tore from the depths of her soul, she flung her arms wide.
A blast of frigid air exploded from her, laced with shards of ice and rimed with frost. The wolves were cast aside like rag dolls, crashing against the cave walls with howls of pain. The ground trembled, and frost spidered across the stones, reaching like fingers splattered on the wall.
Dust fell. The air turned brittle.
Yet Lydia stood untouched amid the storm. Her smile did not falter.
From the folds of her skirt, she withdrew a crystal, pulsing faintly with a cold, alien light.
"Do not squander what little strength remains, sweet Giselle," she murmured. "It shall end soon enough."
The crystal flared, white and sharp.
Giselle screamed as the searing light pierced her mind. The cold within her was ripped away, not gently but by force, as if every thread of her being were unravelled and torn. Her body gave way.
She collapsed to her knees, her breath shallow.
Her limbs numbed. The frost that had once obeyed her now fled.
Darkness gathered at the edges of her sight.
The last thing she beheld was Miriam's broken form, lying motionless, and Lydia's smile....triumphant, merciless.
Then all faded into silence.
"Did you think I'd just let you go?" Suzanne's grip on her son tightened as Charles took a slow step forward, his smirk curling like smoke in the air. "I sent you the damn divorce papers, Charles. Sign them and leave." He chuckled. "Oh, I got them." Another step. "But I don't sign away what's mine." She backed up. "I am not yours. I stopped being yours the night you betrayed me." His jaw clenched. The silence stretched-thick, suffocating-before he lunged. Suzanne barely had time to gasp before his hands were on her, ripping their son from her arms. The boy hit the couch with a soft thud and let out a startled cry. "You son of a-!" She shoved at him, clawing, struggling, but he was stronger. His hands dug into her waist, yanking her against him, his breath hot and reeking of alcohol. "You're mine, Suzanne," he growled, fingers digging into her skin. "And if I can't have you-" his grip tightened, his lips brushing her ear, "no one will." Then-CRACK! Charles gone-ripped off her, sent flying across the room. Suzanne gasped, chest heaving, scrambling back just as her attacker crashed into a table. A voice, dark and furious, sliced through the chaos. "Touch her again, and I'll kill you." Her heart stopped. She knew that voice. Liam Carter. --- Trapped in a loveless marriage to a ruthless CEO, Suzanne Smith thought she had no way out-until Liam Carter, her high school sweetheart, walked back into her life. He's everything her husband isn't-kind, passionate, and willing to fight for her. But leaving Charles Langford won't be easy. His Lies. Betrayal. Violence. Suzanne is done playing the perfect wife. This time, she's fighting back. Will she escape his grip, or will her past consume her? How far will she go for freedom?
Eve, a rich heiress, is obsessed with revenge against her cruel step-sibling, but nothing she does seems to hurt them. Desperate, she makes a risky deal with a demon to get his help. In exchange, he gives up part of his immortality, leaving him weaker and vulnerable. To regain his power, the demon must make Eve fall in love with him-something completely against his nature. But as they work together, their connection grows. Eve begins to soften, drawn to the demon's unexpected kindness, while he discovers feelings he thought he'd lost. Their bond becomes undeniable as the demon admits he cares for Eve, seeing not just her anger but her strength and heart. Now, Eve is torn between her thirst for vengeance and her growing feelings for him. With danger closing in, they must face a difficult question: will their love break them, or will it save them both?
After pursuing Kathleen who wouldn't yield to him, Aiden decided to use other means. With his deceptive ways, he made her work for him just to be closer to her everyday. One day, he gave her these rules: 1. Avoid my room. No trespassing. 2. Diligent and be alert at all times. 3. No gossip. That should be one of your qualities as a therapist. 4. Be by my side while I sleep. 5. Respect. No disobedience. 6. Don't be a nosy type. MIND YOUR BUSINESS. 7. Do not fight or bully. 8. No inviting friends. 9. Do not leave the mansion except on your free days. 10. 9am to 10am- 12am till daybreak for sessions. When Kathleen read this, she was spitefully angered, throwing him many cursed words at the same time, "You know what?, fuck you and your rules' shithead. You psycho!!" Unbotheredly, he reminded her, "You owe me," "To hell with you, I'm going to pay you back every dime that I owe." But his next words made her dumbfounded. Smirking, he questioned, "How do you pay $10m?." Book 1 of Billionaire's Ex-lover
Avila grew up emotionally damaged by the man she thought was her father, she was hated and disrespected in her kingdom and as the heir to the throne, she was rejected by her people because she was born blind. What happens to her after the war and their kingdom is lost to Sabaene kingdom where the king took her in? Would he be able to love her or would he hate her because he lost his parents in the hands of Avila's father? "Father?. You dare call me father?." Before Avila could apologize, a deafening slap landed on her right cheek. "You're nothing but a cursed child. I regret the day you were born and every time I look at you, I feel like squeezing the life out of you." King Edward IV snarled, with his deadly eyes on Avila. He breathed out heavily, turned around and stormed off the dark room in which she was caged. A whimper left her lips when Avila saw her father was long gone. She fell on the floor with hot tears rolling down her cheeks. ………
After five years of leaving Seattle and her normal life with her ex-lover. She comes back with her child, but not as the Kathleen anyone knew before, but as a good businesswoman. After going to a dinner party and accidentally meeting her ex-lover, her love for him re-kindled and she seem to go on another romantic session with him. But would they be together after Clara came back to cause more trouble for them?.
Warning- Mature Audiences only!. -Strong sexual content. -® rated language. © Original work. Description: "Get up!." He commanded. His voice was stern and his cold blue eyes pierced into my skin. I didn't look fazed by his intimidating demeanor. "You muckerfucker blood-sucking demon." I cussed, biting down my lower lip to hinder myself from not raining more curses at him. He smirked. He glided across the room until he stood in front of me, I looked right into his eyes as he lowered down to my level. His hand gripped my chin up, his blue eyes looking deep into mine. "You won't end well if you continue to speak to me like that," I smirked. "I am not afraid of you!" He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "And you're afraid of death, I am death." My jaw dropped. He knows where to get me. He let go of me seeing my frightened look and looking satisfied. "But you didn't have to kill that girl for my sake. She did nothing." "Someone's going to cover up for you." He turned around and went to sit on my bed. "But I didn't kill him. There was nothing to cover up for." "Oh, dear." He said and lit his joint up. "He died." I froze. I killed someone too. I've stained my hands with blood. "Don't look too surprised and all that stunned. That's one thing you'll learn how to do and face. You've got to learn how to kill." *** Vanora Campbell's mom died leaving her with her uncaring father, she blamed her father for killing her mother and lived so carelessly thereafter. Her life turned upside down when her dad sold her to the Italian mafia boss, Zavi Covillie.
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.