Two Alphas, one from Black River and one from Elk Trail. One woman, oblivious to the pedigree running through her veins. Mating season just got a whole lot more interesting.
The moon was nigh imperceptible tonight, showcased in a painted sliver behind rumbling clouds. A storm on the horizon heralded the first monsoon of the season. Beneath the fir boughs a wolf stood silent, nose working to scent the severity of what lay ahead. It would flood the banks of the river his pack was named after. Depending on how bad it got the bridge might end up washing out. It would be prudent to plan for the worst now before they were cut off from the rest of the world. With a low growl the wolf turned to lope along the edge of the forest, keeping close beneath the deep shadows.
Though the majority of those in Black River were like him it wouldn't do to scare the humans still unaware of the supernatural edge of their neighbors.
Stepping out onto an abandoned stretch of road leading to town he paused to glance across the bridge heading out. Here the forest behind him was utterly silent as if the world had been abandoned. A thrum trilled through the air. Even without his otherworldly senses the wolf could tell something was wrong. Not even the birds dared come this way; the creatures beneath the dirt entirely absent. It was dangerous, this silence. Pregnant with an expectation he was unfamiliar with the wolf hesitated moving further into the road.
A sudden mournful cry broke the silence, sending the dusky-furred carnivore to crouch low defensively. Whipping around he took stock of where the other wolf sounded from before answering with a cry of his own. The pack was mobilizing. Something must've happened back at town that had the rest in a tizzy. It was time to head home.
Just as he turned to lope back into the forest, however, the silence was broken by the sound of car tires crunching along the old road. The wolf instinctively took cover in the tall grass along the embankment, sinking low to avoid being seen. Headlights pierced the gloom to herald a stranger crossing the bridge. At least, he assumed it to be a stranger. What self-respecting Black River resident would be entering town at this time of night? Small as it was, everyone knew everyone's business. And so far as he was aware none had left in weeks.
As the car passed he took in every detail. One, it was moving slowly, perhaps 35 miles an hour. Its occupant was conscious, then, of how dangerous wildlife could be on the road at night. Second, the car was older. Rust was starting to show on the bottom and the car was boxier than the new model anythings. Third, the occupant was a lone woman. Piled high with boxes in the back and side seats she was on her own driving into town. The wolf turned his attention down the road questioningly but no car ever followed her. By herself completely then.
In the midst of his musing another cry pierced the air, prompting him to jump up and jet back into the forest. They were looking for him now, meaning he was probably the last one left to gather. It had been worth taking the extra few minutes though. The alpha would want to know about their new resident and the troubling feeling that heralded her arrival.
Alice was just a normal girl studying for exams. Waking up one morning she finds a man naked in her bed? And he claims to be her husband?? Thrown into a world of glittering balls and unmatched power how is a simple girl from the suburbs supposed to acclimate?
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You're not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She stared at me in the mirror. "You can't even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?" Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”