Invincible Son In Law

Now, I'm caring for five children as a mother. I'm simply an average girl who had an unexpected kid after having an unfortunate encounter with a guy. 5 more! A number of years later, I made another attempt to enter the workforce, but this time I met with much resistance. My memory of the dashing person makes me think he will become a powerful business leader. He was charming, affluent, and surprisingly commanding. Years later, he still carried a grudge over the gratuity I had given him and relentlessly teased me, but I let it go since he was unaware of my family situation. "Dear children, your father is a micromanager. We need him so much!"

The man's magic is the floating cloud. Just go, just as if he had a dream. Michelle, who has always followed the rules, never bought a lottery ticket. Unexpectedly, she won the grand prize and became pregnant. Does she keep it or abort it? After hesitating for several days, Michelle finally decides to keep it. Is there such a good thing in the world? After playing for a long time, he left without looking back. A few years later, he came back to ask for children again. Is Michelle so easy to be bullied? He can't give birth? You deserve it. Go back where you came from. I don't know you.

My name is Pomona Burke. I'm the twenty four-year-old daughter of the Rainier Pack's Gamma Stephen, and his wife, Elaina; or, more precisely to say, the middle child of their five daughters … and; the 'runt of the litter', in the Burke household. I've just been abruptly awoken from, what as far as I could tell, a restless night's sleep; as I rapidly shoot up into a sitting position in bed, while being drenched in sweat. I'm breathing heavily; as my racing heart pounds within my chest. My body's trembling. … At least this time, I didn't jump up screaming. I'm sure the twins are grateful for that; being how we share a bedroom. This isn't the first time that this has occurred … and, I'm pretty sure that it won't be the last. But; why exactly is this happening to me? … It's that time of the day when twilight and dusk converge, and transfigure into a mystically, bewitching sight to behold; when off on the horizon, the darkening, imminent nighttime sky rests upon a layer of brilliantly reddish-orange, diminishing daytime sky … as the setting sun gently kisses the rising moon, in passing. And, there's a noticeable hazy mist permeating the air; which makes the atmosphere almost surreal-like. I'm feverishly charging across an immensely expansive field, in my wolf-form … at least; I believe that it's me … with a menacing pack of wolves, frothing at their mouths, not too far behind me, engaged in an arduous pursuit. And, although I'm not exactly sure if they're chasing after me, or trying to chase me away; I do know, for certain, that I'm desperately fleeing from them … running for my life. I know this because of the intense fear and anxiety that I feel coursing through my my body as I run away. This frequent nightmare has been hauntingly plaguing my dreams since childhood. And, whenever I think about it, this is an apropos symbolization for the real-life, belittling ridiculing and ostracizing that I face on nearly a daily basis from most of our pack; including even my own father, at times … who's always viewed me as a failure and embarrassment; especially in comparison with my other four sisters. All of this ill-will and aversion towards me, along with my insignificantly meager existence in our pack, is chiefly brought about and due to an indirect result of my rare, genetic condition … or, perhaps affliction would be a more appropriate way of putting it … which was discovered that I had after having what should have been a fatally, life-threatening accident when I was three-years-old. I have the ability to heal and recuperate at a more increasingly rapid rate than the typical werewolf can. And, my blood also contains both complexly evolved, mutated strains of DNA and RNA elements that have highly regenerative and rejuvenation compounds which, if injected into another wounded werewolf, could also temporarily enhance and speed up their recovery process, as well … at least, throughout the duration of time it takes for their wounds to fully heal. And, while the few people who are fully aware of my entire condition often tell me that this is a special, blessed gift that has been bestowed upon me; if you ask me, it's more like a curse that's taken away any chance of me having a happy, nor even just content, life. Because, fact of the matter is, this condition of mine comes with a drastic price. First of all, I've been diagnosed as being infertile; and, will be more than likely unable to give birth throughout my entire life. And, second … and, equally devastating; if not more so … I'm also incapable of shape-shifting into my wolf-form; meaning that Daphne, my inner-wolf, can never metamorphose into her physical wolf-being … subjugating her to a lifetime sentence of imprisonment. This is a double-whammy; where one the consequences costs me a significant part of my womanhood, while the other one cruelly suppresses half of my werewolf-being. The latter, I'm figuring, is the main cause behind most of the negative, judgmental opinions that a majority of our pack members have of me; and, the primary driving force behind all of the ridiculing and bullying I've suffered from all these years. Of course; it probably would have been a heck of a lot worse had it not been for the constant protection of my sister, Bellona … who's always been ranked among the top three elites of our pack's Defensive Security Detail. As for my infertility … which, over the years has been one of the reasons making me such an undesirable mate to all the males in our pack … from what I've heard, was the only influencing factor in me recently being chosen to be placed into an upcoming arranged marriage with Casper Whitmore … an individual whom I've never met before, who's not only a little more than ten years older than me; but also, already has two children. My father keeps reminding me that I should be extremely grateful, and thank the gods that such a lowly and useless excuse of a she-wolf like myself would be picked as the bride-to-be for such a prestigious suitor. I've been told that he's the Alpha of the Stratus Pack … one of the largest, most powerful packs in California ... and, CEO of the Whitmore Corporation … a multi-billion dollar conglomerate; with its primary cash-cow being an extensive, multi-franchise of international luxury hotels and resorts. And … just like the few that know about my condition … most everyone in the pack is saying that this is like some sort of special, blessed gift; and, jealously griping that I'm unbelievably fortunate in having been chosen to marry him. I myself, of course, am feeling a bit wary of this special, blessed gift; and, expect that there will also be an eventual price to pay for it somewhere down the line.

Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”

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!"

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."

Noelle was the long-lost daughter everyone had been searched for, yet the family brushed her off and fawned over her stand-in. Tired of scorn, she walked away and married a man whose influence could shake the country. Dance phenom, street-race champ, virtuoso composer, master restorer-each secret triumph hit the headlines, and her family's smug smiles cracked. Father charged back from abroad, mother wept for a hug, and five brothers knelt in the rain begging. Beneath the jeweled night sky, her husband pulled her close, his voice a velvet promise. "They're not worth it. Come on, let's just go home."

Katherine endured mistreatment for three years as Julian's wife, sacrificing everything for love. But when his sister drugged her and sent her to a client's bed, Katherine finally snapped. She left behind divorce papers, walking away from the toxic marriage. Years later, Katherine returned as a radiant star with the world at her feet. When Julian saw her again, he couldn't ignore the uncanny resemblance between her new love and himself. He had been nothing but a stand-in for someone else. Desperate to make sense of the past, Julian pressed Katherine, asking, "Did I mean nothing to you?"

"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."