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What have I done?” The words were lost to the air and heard by no one, but she couldn’t help but repeat them over and over again as warm tears trickled down her cheeks. Everything that happened was on her shoulders. There was no one else to blame for the imbalance on Earth. She had allowed a monster to thrive, to take a place of power in the werewolf kingdom when he didn’t deserve it. He was everything that she didn’t see in a leader. Harsh. Greedy. Relentless. He had enough, but he wanted more, and she didn’t stop it. No one did, and she didn’t think they could. The people close to him loved him out of fear, and not one wolf dared to tell him where he went wrong. A bitter smile formed on her lips as she closed her sphere of magic. As the Moon Goddess, she was supposed to have ultimate control, but somehow, this was out of her reach. If she killed the wolf, there would be even more problems because so many wolves depended on him. If she didn’t kill him, the werewolf race would live on in fear and no freedom. They would be slaves chained to his existence. Anger bubbled in her chest, and she gripped her staff tightly until her knuckles were white and her veins were prominent. The infamous Alpha was ruining everything. He didn’t deserve any happiness for what he had done. Suddenly, a sinister smirk formed on her face as an idea started to form in her mind. Happiness. She snapped her fingers and transported herself to the room she needed for her plan. The Chamber of Souls. It was the place where she decided everything from birth to death for each werewolf in existence. The walls were lined floor to ceiling with narrow shelves that extended for miles. Each shelf had a row of tiny boxes on it, each containing a wolf’s soul. The Moon Goddess raised her staff to summon the one she needed, and a few seconds later, a little box flew off a shelf from the far right and into her hand in a flash. A frown formed on her face as she ran her thumb over the gold plated name on the box. Alrik Kuznetsov Such a beautiful name wasted on an evil soul. She leaned her staff against her body and opened the box up with two hands to eye the glowing, white sphere that was nestled in the cushions. It was larger than a marble but smaller than a golf ball, and the glow was bright enough to blind any other creature. That was enough to show how powerful this wolf was. His power blinded people. She grabbed her staff and placed it on the sphere, ready to put an end to the wolf’s reign with the curse she was about to place. “Cassandra!” The voice of her mate startled her from her concentration and the box toppled to the floor, causing the sphere to roll out of the cushions and to her mate. He crouched and picked up the sphere, studying it carefully as he straightened. “This is Alpha Alrik’s soul. What are you doing with it?” He asked, walking over to her and picking up the box as well. The Moon Goddess bit her lip and looked down at the sphere, “I was going to..” Her mate raised an eyebrow, “You were going to?” “I was going to curse him so he wouldn’t have a mate.” This time both his eyebrows rose in surprise, “That’s a bit shocking coming from you. You spend much of your time fawning over newly mated wolves.” “He doesn’t deserve a mate. How can anyone want someone like him? He’s poisonous to the core.” “Cassandra, I think you’re forgetting what I was like before I met you.” Her mate’s reminder made her freeze for a moment. He took that as a chance to continue, “Think about it, Cassandra. The curse could create even more problems if he takes his rage out on innocent wolves.” The Moon Goddess cocked her head and stared at her mate curiously, “Then what would you suggest? How do I stop him?” He took her hand and pressed the sphere into her palm, “I think he should have a mate, but it shouldn’t be someone who fears him and will submit to his dominant nature. If his soul is poison, his mate should be the antidote.” She took the sphere from his fingers slowly and rolled it between her own as her mind started to whirl, “Someone strong, but not cruel. A kind soul with a powerful voice. A woman whose authority matches, or perhaps even surpasses his.” “Exactly,” her mate whispered, “Like you.” She smiled softly and placed the sphere back in the box her mate was holding. It was time to stop the beast in his tracks a different way, one that would not only benefit him but all the wolves under his power. “Otis, Bertram!” Her loyal servants flew out to greet her immediately and bowed their heads, “Ms. Cassandra, what do you wish?” She gave them a small smile, “Otis, Bertram, I want you to travel down to earth to find a mate for Alpha Alrik Kuznetsov.” Their eyes widened at the name of the evil Alpha. His deeds were known around the world. “Are you sure, Ms. Cassandra?” Otis asked, clearly baffled by the request. The Moon Goddess nodded, “Yes, I am sure. It doesn’t matter what species his mate is, I want her to be as strong and vocal as he is, but for good ca

Werewolves, Shapeshifters and a mafia Capo, oh my! Life with amnesia gets even more complicated with a bounty on your head and a mysterious Alpha. Reid is like the sun in my solar system; he's a bright, burning ball of gas that will eventually implode and destroy everything. His propensity for destruction is inevitable, but he's still completely necessary to sustain life. He uncovers the dormant part of my personality and makes me feel like the sixteen years I can't remember are so close I can almost touch them. He is the singular, center of gravity in my little universe, and I am a planet that's constantly in orbit around him. I get close, but never enough to actually interact with him. If I did, the collision between a star and one of its planets would be cataclysmic. I would burn and dissolve in an instant, the nuclear reactions swallowing me whole. Even knowing this, I still I want him to ignite me more than anything. I can't stay away from the man no matter how hard I try.

Accidentally murdered the bride? Check. Forced to marry the cursed Alpha who's lost six wives? Check. Now wearing her dress, dragged to his bed, while the pack waits outside for proof he's fucked me raw? Double check. Remi was just trying to catch her cheating boyfriend in the act. Instead, she tripped, ripped lace, and cracked a skull. Now Alpha Nero Blackwater owns her. "Bride for bride," he growls. "You owe me a wedding... and a womb." The curse kills his mates before dawn. Unless he plants an heir fast. But something's wrong. What if there was never a curse at all? One night to survive. One claiming to break everything. One Alpha who'll fuck her senseless... even if it's the last thing she feels.

I was the wolfless disgrace of the pack, traded like cattle to a dying monster. When a royal decree stripped away my engagement, my own father gave my fiancé to my cruel sister, Charly. My punishment for being born without a wolf? A forced marriage to Demetri Contreras—the crippled, disgraced Alpha left to rot from silver poison. They threw me into a frozen, forgotten estate, waiting for my new husband to die so I could be buried as a silent widow. Charly laughed as she stole my life, my mate, and my future. My family discarded me, just like they murdered my mother years ago. They thought this exile would break me. They thought I was a helpless pawn. They didn't know that inside this fragile body lived the soul of the top interstellar miracle surgeon. Looking at the ruined, festering Alpha bleeding on my wedding bed, I didn't see a corpse. I saw the deadliest weapon in the realm. The fallen Alpha needs a miracle to survive. Lucky for him, I am the miracle. I will drag this monster back from the gates of hell—and together, we will burn my enemies to ash.

Emilia Taylor was the most unwanted daughter of the Frostridge Pack. She had no wolf, no status, and no one who truly loved her. After failing to awaken at the age of twenty-two, she was betrayed by her lover, abandoned by her family, and finally sent by her father to the Silver Moon Pack-to become Sebastian Simons' seventh bride. Sebastian was the Alpha everyone feared. Rumor had it that none of his first six wives had met a good end, and every woman who married him eventually became another name on the list of the dead. Everyone was waiting for Emilia to die. But they did not know that her failed awakening had not left her with nothing. Instead, she had gained the ability to read minds. She could hear the malice and lies hidden behind every smile. Everyone's thoughts were open to her. Except Sebastian's. She could not hear his mind, nor could she see through his secrets. When a wolfless girl abandoned by everyone meets a cold-blooded Alpha haunted by the mystery of six dead wives, will she become his next victim-or the only one who can break the curse?

"This is Virella, my wife." Three years. And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me. No welcome. No touch. No recognition. Just another woman at his side, carrying his child. While I ruled in his absence, I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose. So I gave up. And I left. One rejection was all it took to break the bond. When I returned, I wasn't the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim. Now he watches me like a man drowning... Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time, I didn't come alone. The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist... "Careful, Kaelen," his voice drops, dark with warning. "Rowena isn't yours anymore." His lips brush my temple, possessively. "She's mine. If you try to take her, I'll end you."

I was three months pregnant when the car hit me. Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!" Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away. Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go. Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child.

I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack. He was thirty-two minutes late. When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together. Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor. Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me. The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there. My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made. When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name. Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna. I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient. I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye. But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak. He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own. "You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me." Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow.

For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate. But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world. "Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly. "The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit." He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient." I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth. Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side. The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg. Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival.

At the grand Moonwise Festival, my fiancé, Archon Elliott, decided to publicly humiliate me in front of the entire court. He commanded me to kneel and beg for his betrothal flower, treating me like a broken slave rather than the heir to House Leon. When I refused, he brought his mistress, Corliss Schneider, into my study to deliver his ultimate punishment. "Our marriage will be in name only. I will not share your bed, and I will certainly never give you a child." He wanted to make me a barren laughingstock, while forcing me to publicly request Corliss be made his Junior Consort. To make things worse, Corliss pulled out a jeweled dagger-the exact kind her cousin had used to cripple my brother's leg. "On your wedding day, you will take this dagger, and you will slice open your own arm." She demanded I bleed at the threshold of the Underwood estate as "payment" for offending her. Elliott didn't stop her. Instead, a dark flicker of pleasure crossed his eyes. He wanted to see me mutilated. I had wasted years loving a man who blindly protected the woman who ruined my family, believing he could force my submission. But I didn't cry or beg. I simply laughed at their sheer stupidity.

I was lying in the cold delivery room, enduring the agonizing contractions of giving birth to twins. When I desperately called my fated mate, Alpha Dixon, to tell him the babies were coming, his voice was like ice. "Let my assistant handle it. Don't call me again." He hung up, abandoning me for another woman's laughter in the background. He left me to give birth completely alone, treating me like a pathetic, disposable Omega. He had even threatened that if I didn't sign the mate rejection papers, he would take my children away forever. I thought my life was shattered by the man who was supposed to protect me. But a routine blood test by the hospital's Healer revealed a shocking truth. I wasn't an orphaned nobody. I was the long-lost pureblood White Wolf heir of the legendary Beaumont Pack. Within hours, my true family—a powerful Alpha father, a Luna mother, and three fiercely protective brothers—rushed to my side, wrapping me in the absolute authority and wealth of the world's strongest Pack. Backed by my new family, I summoned Dixon to the Pack Council to formally complete our rejection. I watched his arrogant face as the clerk asked if I accepted his rejection. But just as I opened my mouth to sever our bond forever, Dixon froze. He was hit by an urgent mind-link, and his cold confidence instantly shattered into pure, unadulterated panic. "We're not done!" he snarled, fleeing the hall before the ceremony could end. I stood there, staring at the door. What on earth did that mind-link say?

"Ironic, isn't it? For years, you made my life hell-and now you look at me like I'm the very air you need to breathe." Once the cherished daughter of a respected Gamma, Olivia watched her world collapse overnight. With her father accused of treason, she was stripped of everything: her rank, her dignity, and the life she once knew. She was stripped down to an Omega, forced to serve the very people who had once looked up to her. She thought that was rock bottom. But fate had other plans. At the mating ceremony, the impossible happened. Olivia didn't just have one mate-she had three. And not just any three-Lennox, Louis, and Levi-the Alpha's triplet heirs. The very men who had made her life a nightmare. Trapped in a bond they resented, she endured their scorn and humiliation. Right before her eyes, they paraded their lover Anita, reminding Olivia at every turn that she would never be their choice. But fate wasn't finished. As secrets unraveled and truths emerged, the three Alphas began to see Olivia in a new light. Except now, it didn't matter. Because Olivia had stopped bending. And the ones who broke her? They were about to live with every single consequence.