Brielle and Bethany are Omega twins in the Green Pine pack. Female twins are exceptionally rare for werewolves and are known to be incredibly powerful, so the girls should be treated with the utmost respect. Instead, they are bullied and belittled because the wolves of the Green Pine pack do not truly understand their worth. Because of their Omega ranking and lack of understanding of their power, they are servants for the ranked families that live in the packhouse. On top of it all, on the night of the Alpha ceremony for Kendrick and Kayden, the sons of the current Alpha, they discover that the Alpha Twins are their mates. Will Kendrick, Kayden and the rest of the pack be able to atone for the mistakes of the past and win over their twin mates and the pack's future Lunas, or will the twins be broken beyond repair?
Brielle POV
"Butthead twins! Hey! Butthead twins! Get up-it's time to make breakfast or we are all going to be late for school!" I was jolted awake from a dream where I was curled up on a beach with a good book and some yummy coconut water. One minute I was relaxing and then the next the island was experiencing an earthquake, causing my water to be spilled all over me. I shot up in my bed to find myself soaked with water. My twin sister, Bethany, lay beside me still asleep. She was also drenched with whatever had been thrown at us (hopefully water-it smelled clean at least).
The perpetrator stood in the doorway to our shared room with a smug smile on her face and an empty bucket in her hand. It was a tall, slender she-wolf with ebony hair and eyes that were so dark they appeared almost black. She was dressed in a bright pink dress with huge diamond earrings, her large purse hanging off her shoulder. Dana, the Beta's daughter, made it a personal mission of hers to make sure we completed all of our responsibilities as Omega servants to all of the ranked pack members. Basically, it just gave her an excuse to torture us and be extra cruel to us.
"Seriously, come on! I'm hungry! You know I need my breakfast before I go to school or I get hangry before lunch." Dana whined. In years past, I would have given off a smart-ass comment, but after years of beatings and insults from not only everyone in the packhouse, but the pack in general, Bethany and I were extremely submissive. I didn't even yelp in pain when Dana threw the bucket at my head in exasperation.
"Get up and get to work on breakfast! I will not ask again!" Dana said before throwing her hands in the air overdramatically before stomping down the hallway and back up the stairs. My sister and I shared a small room on the basement floor of the packhouse.
Most of the Omegas lived in the Omega house that was located centrally in the pack so that all the servants had easy access to their jobs. However, my sister and I were considered freaks of nature because we were female twins, not even our parents wanted anything to do with us, so while we were categorized as Omegas, we were considered basically servants to everyone in the packhouse. This included the Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, and their families. The Alpha determined that since we served the pack's leaders, we should live with them so we could be reached at all hours of the day every day of the week. It is very ironic because the current Alpha's sons were twins and getting ready to take over the pack as Alphas, but because they were male twins they each had their own wolves and everything was normal with them. We were the freaks because female twins just had to be different. While the free room and board were convenient since our parents disowned us, it basically led to all of the leaders and eventually all pack members bullying Bethany and me.
We had graduated high school a few years ago but did not attend any type of post-secondary school or college because we knew any other pack would treat us the same as our current one. Since Bethany and I were twins, we could communicate telepathically even before our wolf woke up. Every other wolf can not mind link their pack members until their wolves wake up. As twins, we shared one wolf, named Nireena, as in she lives in both of our minds and speaks to both of us at the same time. It was very confusing at first but we got used to it eventually. Only one of us can shift into Nireena at one time. While one shifts, the other one still has the strength and speed of a wolf but remains in human form. It is very confusing and did not help with everyone already thinking we are freaks. We had both done extensive research but were not able to discover any information about any other wolf twins in any of the history books. There was no hope for us to make anything out of ourselves aside from serving pack leaders if they even let us continue to do that forever. At least we had a place to live and three meals a day, even if we had to cook said meals and clean up after everyone in the packhouse.
"Bethany!" I reached over and shook my sister as I stood up to get ready. I swear she could sleep through a monsoon, tornado, earthquake, and volcanic eruption all at once! "Come on Bethany! We have to get up and start cooking."
"Whaaaaaaaaaa....?" Bethany asked, yawning and stretching overdramatically.
"Dana has already been down here and splashed us with water, we need to get moving!" I exclaimed, tossing her a towel to dry herself off and digging through our one dresser trying to find some clean clothes. Turns out, when you have to do tons and tons of laundry for other people, you tend to get behind on your own. We each grabbed a pair of tattered leggings and a t-shirt, swearing to do laundry later that night as the dresser was now completely empty.
"You girls should really fight back." Nireena nagged us as we ran up the stairs to the second first floor which housed the cafeteria and other common areas.
"We know, Reena!" We both said in unison, shaking our heads at her knowing we would never stand up for ourselves. Who knew what the masses would do if we stood up for ourselves. Our lives weren't perfect, but at least we were alive.
As we reached the cafeteria I paused for a second, looking at all the families spending time together before going about their normal busy days. My heart broke for the millionth time as it hit home that not even our parents wanted anything to do with us. At least we had each other. Bethany took my hand in hers and squeezed it before dropping it, instantly being able to tell what was wrong with me.
"Come on Binderella," the pack was always coming up with names for us that started with B (hence the butthead twins or the Binderellas), "let's get to work." She said, linking her arm through mine and leading me into the kitchen.
For fifty years, there have only been male Alphas, making Lucy the first not only in her pack but in the entire werewolf world. Lucy is the only child of their current Alpha, meaning that she is destined to eventually take on the role of Alpha. When a group of visiting Alphas and Betas come to the pack, she meets her mate, who she has no interest in because she knows that if she is mated to a male everyone will think the male should take the Alpha position and Lucy become the Luna. But can she resist the mate bond? Will her mate support her in her desire to become Alpha? Join Lucy as she fights prejudices and traditions to gain her rightful place as leader of the pack, and maybe, just maybe, fall in love along the way.
Lyla was just a typical vampire, or so she thought. After graduating high school, she begins college and chooses her course of study. Lyla makes this decision with the thought that she has control over her future, but soon she discovers that there are forces at work beyond her control. She has unique powers and incredible destiny. Will she grow into the woman she is meant to be, or will the power become too much for her to bear?
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
On the day of the wedding, Brendan left me and went to find his true love. When I called him, he, who had always been gentle to me, showed impatience for the first time, saying, "It's just a wedding, I'll make it up to you when I get back." Feeling disheartened, I suggested calling off the wedding. Brendan thought I was just being stubborn, and in the face of friends' advice, he said, "It's okay, when she calms down, she will come find me." It wasn't until Edrence, the prince, posted our marriage certificate that Brendan suddenly went crazy and came knocking on my door. When he saw the man who opened the door, he was slightly stunned. And I, standing behind the man, with a blush still on my face, leaned forward and asked, "Nephew, what brings you to see your auntie so late?"
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
RATED 18+ (WARNING) - EXPLICIT SCENES. "Strip for me" the beastly alpha called, his voice echoed from his dark cell, causing a shiver to go down her body. She couldn't fight the way her body reacts to him. Her nipples harden from his touch. "I can smell your wetness omega" he mutters, his hands tracing under her skirt till he feels up her wet jeweled folds, causing a hiss from her lips as his fingers push in. He whispers to he ears, a voice filled the dangerous promise "you are mine" .******. Elise Aldermen is the daughter of the Silvernight Pack's chief alpha. She has waited her whole life for her marriage ceremony, hoping it would be the best day of her life. However, she gets the shock of a lifetime when her betrothed coldly rejects her and makes her a slave after finding out her true origins, even though they were already bound. Not Not only is she claimed to be a bastard on her mating day, but she is also disowned and rejected by her pack and mate. Elise's life turns into a nightmare as she is thrown into the dungeons as the cruel alpha's slave, only to be handed off to his greatest beastly champion, who dwells in the dark cells. Elise soon discovers that the beast she is now forced to be marked and bound to is more than a monster; this beastly alpha could also be her fated mate.
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
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.