An orphan raised by the omegas of the pack, her mate took a chosen luna and left her pregnant. After she had lost everything, they threw her back out on the streets. The streets were where she came from in the first place. Every time a car passed, she would hurl herself into the streets. She yearned to die and be with her dear ones, but no one had ever stepped in to aid her. Will the moon goddess have mercy on her? What would happen if her true identity was discovered?
Author's note:
Ruined(Eternal Monarch) contains details of the following subjects:
Abuse, loss, trauma, suicide. Recovery from trauma and emotional relapse.
If you are easily triggered by any of the following mentioned subjects.
Do not read ahead for your mental health.
Throughout the novel, there is a lot of strong languages.
If you are not comfortable with all the foregoing, please do not enter.
This is not a novel for the faint of heart.
There are numerous triggers in the book.
Those of you who have decided to read the book:
This book is full of emotions, yet it ends on a positive note.
*You're going to cry.
*You will be enraged.
*You will sympathize.
*You will hate Finally, you will be at ease knowing that everything will fall into place. As you read, keep in mind that no condition is permanent. I hope you'll stick around until the end to see how Juno discovers who she is after years of torment at the hands of her mate, or rather (whom she thought was her true destined mate).
While I improve, please note that English is not my first language.
JUNO'S POV
Much like every other day at the boarding school, the sun shone brilliantly, and the sky was a brilliant blue. It seemed as though the water had awakened from its sleep. And put in a high new abode before being shrouded with the appropriate quantity of clouds. There was a gentle breeze in the air that kissed my face every now and again. Causing my long black hair to drift as the wind blew. It was time to go home. While staring at the vehicle in front of me, I brushed my hair back out of frustration. The driver was moving at a snail's pace. I sighed and let go. Turn on the radio and listen to some music. It's been great having some wolf instincts. I can now hear and see things from a distance. Though I haven't transformed, I have discovered that I am not human. Because the pack taunted me for not being powerful, I was assigned to learn and live among humans. I haven't shifted. I'm not sure whether I'm a wolf, but my parents think I am. The vehicle in front of me has remained still. I waited for him to move, but the individual did not move. I poked my head out the vehicle window once again. I closed my eyes as I felt the air. I could feel my hair bouncing as a result of its contact. I sat in my vehicle, staring at the vehicle in front of me until it moved. I grinned as I looked ahead at the road.
I drove until I arrived at the pack. It was already nine o'clock at night. I knew I wouldn't be seeing my parents, but they informed me about a gala at the castle. It was just me and myself. I brought my luggage inside one by one. I despise the thought that I will be stuck here forever now. Werewolves may be cruel. They are all about rankings. While people aren't concerned with how much money you have in your bank account. I carefully drew the curtain aside from the window and glanced out onto the street. The moonlight has obliterated the solitary side path. My breath froze the glass in front of me as I breathed deeply. I massage it with my hands to improve my vision. Then I saw them, golden eyes gleaming in the darkness. I opened my window to have a better view. Then I heard my wolf, whom I had just acquired today, yell mate! I could always feel and see things from afar, yet my wolf never spoke to me. Yet here she is, our very first communication,
mate!
I chuckled at the notion of how well-known my life is. I was once a person, but now I'm a wolf. Isn't it customary for her to introduce herself to me? Whatever the case was, I gazed at the wolf. I can't tell what color he is, but I can see his eyes, which are golden. When I closed my eyes and utilized my so-called wolf focus, I saw a large grey wolf with gorgeous yellow eyes. From his vantage point, I suppose he can see my eyeballs gleaming. Then I saw him striding away with authority.
What exactly is he? Is it okay if I keep my window open? Juno, what are you thinking?
I slammed the window shut immediately. I swear I had a crush on that beast.
Why am I so wet, and why are my breasts so resolute? What's the matter with me? Why is my body behaving in this manner? What kind of wolf was he? Did I just glimpse him with my wolf gaze? What was I thinking? Was it really crucial?
I strolled inside my room, which was still pink and filled with the teddy bears I used to use before I left. Everything stayed unchanged. When I went into the closet, I found some of my old clothes. I giggled at the possibility of seeing some little clothes that no longer fit. I grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom to shower. I went to bed after taking a shower. I didn't realize how tired I was until I fell asleep in my bed. I dozed off without wasting another second. Sleep was eluding me. After seeing my mate, I couldn't sleep.
Is he truly my mate? He must be. After all, what was the cause of the fluid that escaped from my sex?
I tossed and turned in my bedsheets on the bed I was going to sleep in for the rest of my life. Sleep refused to come to me. I shifted to the right side of the bed, most likely as a result of my thoughts on the golden-eyed wolf. I focused my attention on the alarm clock. It's midnight. I shifted to my right side in the hopes of getting some sleep. I moaned, unable to sleep no matter what I tried. I got out of bed and walked back to the window, expecting to see the yellow-eyed wolf, but there was no one there. I was standing there, unable to sleep. Then I eventually fell asleep.
"Wake up, Juno." Someone was calling my name. I gradually opened my eyes and realized it was my mother. I scented her and leaped at the chance to embrace her.
"Mama!"
"John, she's awake." My father raced inside, and we hugged.
"I cooked your favorite breakfast."
I raced into the bathroom, wiped my eyes, and wash my hands, and return downstairs. Since the table was prepared for breakfast, I sat down. My mother stepped in just as I was about to serve myself.
"There's a ball in the palace today, so eat something light and get dressed up."
I went out and bought you a dress while you were sleeping. I sighed as I gazed at the cooked bird. I gave her a puppy look, but she didn't budge. After that, I ate some toasted bread.
" Mom, why is there a roasted turkey on the table? Is it to lure me?"
I'm a turkey-eating monster. She just stared at me. I considered skipping the ball, but I knew my mother would drag me there herself. I exited the room, away from the table. I grinned as I examined the gown my mother had bought for me.
Is this woman planning on having grandchildren soon?
That thought made me smile. I went inside to take a shower. I sat down and put on makeup. I changed into my gown. I stared at myself in front of the mirror. Then I heard a faint voice, the same one I heard the night before.
"You look wonderful, Juno."
I had a quick glance around. I was certain I was going insane. Should I ask her what her name is? I brushed it off and headed downstairs. When my parents saw me, they both smiled.
"You look lovely, sweetie," my father murmured.
"Can I ask you a question, Mom and Dad?"
"Yes, sweetie, go ahead."
"When I came yesterday, I heard a voice speaking to me for the first time. She screamed, Mate. I saw a pair of bright yellow eyes outside my window." My mother and father exchanged a grin, and I Continued,
"Then, just today, when I was putting on make-up, she complimented me on my beauty. I'm assuming she's my wolf, but why doesn't she introduce herself? When we spotted the yellow-eyed wolf last night, she made my eyes glitter, but I still don't know what her name is." My father seated me.
"Every wolf has a name, yet some individuals are given wolves who do not have names. I'm thinking your wolf doesn't have a name. The first thing your wolf does when you obtain it is to introduce itself to you. And they tell you what their name is. If they don't give you their name, likely, your wolf doesn't know either. You should name your wolf; if she doesn't have one, I'd suggest asking her, and then naming her. Now go to the ball. Maybe you'll run into your mate again." My Father stated.
After being betrayed by her stepsister, Cathleen left the country and went abroad. However, on the day she returned to NYC, she was asked to marry the same man she caught sleeping with her stepsister 3 years ago. Cathleen agreed, as she was marrying the man to save her grandmother and wanted revenge, as well as to cut ties with her family. To her surprise, the man she married wasn't the man who betrayed her 3 years ago; it was a different man she had never seen. What happened to Finn? How will she get her revenge? Her stepmother and stepsister found out that Finn wasn't the owner of Knight Group, so they devised a plan to make Cathleen marry the lapdog while they found out who owned Knight Group. But with Finn on the run, who then did Cathleen marry? Xavier was dimmed to be a cousin from the farm; little did the mother-and-daughter pair know that he was the big shot they had been looking for.
“You think you can tame an old daddy like me?” Mr. Domenico Lombardi’s stone-like voice makes me nervous, but I’m not backing down; I know what I want. “Yes,” I added a nod to confirm it but cursed internally at my luck. I’ve never had a boyfriend, and here I am trying to tame a man old enough to be my father. It is said that the apple does not fall far from the tree. I guess I am truly Kate’s daughter. I had an internal laugh at my stupidity. He scoffed, and I responded by nodding once more while watching the darkening of the silvery gray pupils in his eyes. How come? I brush it off as his cold eyes wash over me. Domenico Lombardi’s presence makes me squirm. When I’m around him, I get the impression that I’m being judged and ignored at every turn. “How old are you?” “18” “How old is your father?” “38,” I replied truthfully. “Well, I’m 37 years old.” He stared at me; his eyes darkened again, and I became terrified. I fiddle with my nails, clipping them together as I lean back on my heels to help relieve some of the anxiety he’s causing me. “You see, I’m like a father to you, or maybe a grandfather or a great-great-grandfather. How many boyfriends have you had in your life?” “None.” He chuckled as I responded. “You see, I’ve lost count of how many ladies I’ve fucked, thousands or millions, over the centuries. You are just a little girl to me with nothing to offer; now, get lost!” “My panties made you hard!” “You think so?” “Yes,” I responded confidently. “Well, I wasn’t hard; I just have a donkey-like cock.”
[18+] Sleeping with my best friend was something that shouldn’t have happened. We made a promise to each other when we were young, but it was long forgotten, at least by him, but not by me. I didn’t forget that he was my prince charming. He dated girls, which I didn’t mind because I was still underage. We slept in the same bed until this date, but we have never crossed the line. The problem started when his fiancée failed to appear for their wedding, and I had to play the role of his bride for the day just to save his face. That was the date everything changed. We had the steamiest night, and he told me it shouldn’t have happened because he was dating my best friend, Candice. That struck me dead in the gut. I should have known that our promises were long forgotten. He took my innocence and told me it shouldn’t have happened. That hurts, but nothing hurts more than learning you’re pregnant with your best friend’s child and you can’t tell him because he is in love with your friend. “Hi! My name is Lola.” He grinned. “My name is Dante.” “May I join you in a game?” “How old are you?” I gave him a puppy-dog expression. “You’re so adorable when you do that,” he observed. “I am nine years old.” “Well. I’m a sixteen-year-old, do you wish to play with your older brother?” I gave a nod. Just like that, I started playing with a 16-year-old. I was his little sister and he was my big brother. We grew up to be best friends. Everything was shared. We continue to share a bed to this day.
Christopher Grayston only wanted to marry to stop his grandfather from asking him to remarry. As a result, he married a girl he met outside civil affairs. He wanted to marry someone with whom they would never consummate their marriage. So he settled for a young girl he had just met standing outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, knowing full well that he wouldn't touch her because she was just a girl. Camila Mendoza fit the bill since she was young, though she was a temptress without even trying. The two signed the marriage certificates and went their separate ways. However, 3 months down the line, fate brought them together. Camila saved a kid and later learned that the boy she saved was her husband's son. Camila never cared about how her whore of a husband conducted his life until she met his son. Everything was fine till his ex-wife came stumbling back into his life. A man who is always making headlines about his sex life and a wife on a mission. Who would triumph?
She went to a club with her friends to drink for the first time after finishing her third-year examinations. Gabriella was a 21-year-old virgin who had never kissed anybody before. She met a stranger at a club, accompanied him to a hotel, had her first kiss, and lost her virginity. She enjoyed herself. When she awoke the next morning, the man was gone, He left. She found out she was pregnant a few months later. She continued to go to the hotel in the hopes of running into the man, but after four months, she gave up. He abandoned her, leaving her to face the situation alone. She dropped out of university to raise her son. She returned to school a year later to complete her studies and get her degree. She then saw the person she had slept with on TV and realized he was now engaged, as well as the fact that he was the well-known multi-billionaire Javier Hills. What would his grandma do when she finds a boy who looks just like her grandson?
Bethany, a stunning woman burdened by financial woes, wrestled with her future prospects in the city after fleeing her manipulative former lover. At the same time, a bold and unyielding man began to pursue her with relentless passion. The word on the street was that the aloof Mr. Swanson had taken under his wing a woman of striking beauty, allegedly snatched from his best friend. He showered her with lavish gifts and was captivated by her every word. They said she was not merely a beautiful woman, but a unique treasure that demanded constant dedication and attention.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Scarlett was left betrayed and broken beyond repair when her best friend Megan set her up with the male escort who stole her virginity...Or at least, that's what she thought he was. There was something odd about the strong and strikingly beautiful man that she spent a night with. Despite the pure hatred she felt for him, the deals he ended up offering wasn't one she could refuse. Scarlett always thought she'd marry her soulmate but turns out, that won't be the case for her. But could her mysterious husband make his way through her broken heart and fix it? It's hard to imagine but love has funny ways to manifest in places where it's least expected....
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Die in Water and Revive in Fire Ji Hanyue was born of a general. On the evening when she married the Crown Prince, she was framed and pushed into a lake. Before she died, she was told that both her father and sister had been murdered. When she woke up in a fire, she found herself reincarnated as her cousin Qu Moying, a blind daughter of the Vice Minister of Works. With a hateful stepmother and sister, the poor girl lived in forsaken circumstances and used to be timid and isolated. The fire gave Ji Hanyue a new life and changed Qu Moying’s life. The vengeance started. In the previous life, Ji Hanyue married the Crown Prince, while in this one, she took the fancy of his uncle. What kind of marriage was waiting for her?