Ayana Quail's life has always been full of misfortunes. Once again, she got sold, to Vale Pack this time– where she discovers she is the long-awaited mate of the Alpha king, Callum Grey. However, just as quickly as he finds out, he rejects her due to her status as a slave and Omega. She is heartbroken and without any will to live at this rejection. When Callum's distant cousin, Alpha Marcus Grey, comes to visit a month later, Ayana is given a new chance for happiness when he turns out to be her mate. Will she take it? What are the consequences? Can she ever get over her love and heartbreak, of which at the center, is none but Callum, who suddenly has his eyes on her. How are things going to turn out for Ayana?
Ayana's POV I sat with my hands clasped together on my lap, trying my hardest to sit still and not arouse anyone's attention. It would not do to look badly behaved in front of my new pack, even though I was anxious. I had just arrived, barely an hour ago, at the Vale Pack compound. The person who had brought me here was a petite but curvy woman named Rayne wearing skinny jeans and a leather jacket, paired with boots that had heels so high and sharp, they were probably functional weapons. She also had a warm aura that helped to calm my nerves.
When we had been in the car, she looked to me constantly from the back seat, as if sensing my need for reassurance. Now, though, after leading me to this study, she had left, telling me to hold on a moment. I looked around myself as I was sitting, having been alone for over five minutes now – I knew that because the constant ticking and the pendulum swings of the grandfather clock on the wall of a corner. The room I was in looked quite prestigious. There were rich green curtains hanging from ceiling to floor, and a large portion of the walls lined with bookshelves. I breathed in deeply, taking in a scent of old books, roses and cedarwood. Another two minutes passed before the door opened again, and I heard the tail end of a statement. "-will not fail me." A blonde woman swept in a green pantsuit swept in, followed by Rayne, who looked even smaller compared to her tall and slender companion. The woman's eyes found me, and they approached me. my previously calm mood was quickly fading away. Tensing, I noted how Rayne stood a few steps behind the woman – clearly, she was not the one in charge here. The blonde woman spoke, having already given me the dreaded once-over. "What's your name, then?" The woman tapped her feet, clearly impatient. "Ayana. Ayana Quail," my voice came out in a low volume that it might have been a whisper. I cleared my throat ass the woman watched me, unimpressed, and I repeated my answer, cringing inwardly. It seems that I was not going to make a good impression after all. "Hmmm," the woman replied, considering. I could feel her eyes on me, as if trying to look for an imperfection. I straightened a bit. "How old are you?" She asked, catching my gaze in hers. "20." That seemed to be it for me, as the woman turned to Rayne and spoke to her in low tones, so that I would not hear. I bit my lip, turning my gaze to the grandfather clock and counting the seconds as they passed. I tuned out the bits I could hear from their conversation because it did not matter what my opinions were anyways – I was an Omega slave being sold to one of the powerful packs of the region. That enough was hard work. The rest of the day went by in a blur, with Rayne giving me a soft wave as she left the compound in the same car that she had brought me here in, and I was being taken to another house – a much smaller one about 10 minutes away. I trudged along, weary from the journey, always making sure to keep two steps behind her, so as not to draw her ire. They were always like that with slaves. After being assigned a room with a small window and bed and not much else, I was asked to drop my small backpack of personal items before I was given a brief tour of the Pack compound. Mostly, the tour was of the Omegas Quarter, along with the training grounds near it. Yet I did not see the Alpha, or the Beta. They were busy, from what Agathe (the blond stern woman) had said, and that I need not bother myself with whether they see or did not see me. she would report to them and that was that. Work began for me immediately, and by the time I was done washing plates and sweeping the training grounds, I was tired and had nothing else to do but flop on my small bed, drifting off to sleep with immediacy. It was not until two days later that I would see him. My day was a blur; I was one of the Omegas assigned to clean the large hall used for pack meetings, and I had barely finished wiping down one of the white columns that lined the hall on each side, when I felt something brush past me. or rather, like someone walked past me, that I needed to turn around and see. It was a gut feeling that made me whip my head back and slowly straighten from my squatting position. I do not know how to describe it, but the moment I set my eyes on him, I knew who he was. His aura gave it off; an Alpha in his prime. He was dressed in a white muscle tee, leather jacket, and jeans that hugged his bum so well that I could barely take my eyes of it. I did not know when my eyes moved from his figure to his chestnut-coloured hair, and his sea-blue eyes. I don't know how long I stood there. He was laughing at something his friend said. My heart thumped at the indescribable sound of his laugh – baritone so rich and smooth. He was gorgeous. Too gorgeous to be real. I swallowed, unaware of everything but him. My eyes took in every inch of him, like I was thirsty in the desert and he was an oasis. I watched him until he was out of sight, not moving from my position. Of course, he did not see me, though. How could he? An Alpha like that would not have much time to notice a slave Omega. I clutched the cleaning rag to myself and did not care if it would stain my dress. "Alpha Callum!" I heard someone call out, and it jolted me from my trance somewhat. I slowly went back to cleaning, dipping the rag in the soapy water and wringing the life out of it. However, as I cleaned, my mind was somewhere else; I was still thinking of Alpha Callum. How majestic he looked. The perfect Alpha. Throughout the rest of the day, I kept getting distracted by thoughts of him. It was by luck that I did not get scolded. That night, when I went to bed, I had my mind still filled with thoughts of him. Like a lovesick girl, a smile came unbidden to my lips, as I lay thinking of the Alpha of Vale Pack. I shut my eyes, picturing those strong arms holding me, his smile being aimed at me. how his rich voice would sound if he said my name. But other thoughts began to invade my mind too; ones that told me I was a fool, daydreaming rubbish. I sighed, letting my hands fall away from my face and curling up under the sheets. I knew that I barely had a chance with him – he was the Alpha and probably had many women laying themselves at his feet. I did not even know if he was mated. He could be, and I would be a fool for thinking of him then. But if he was unmated, would he still even look at me? I was a slave, which meant I could not properly mate with anyone unless my freedom was bought. I sniffed, trying to will away the fresh tears prickling my eyes. Why did my parents have to be so poor? Why did they have to sell me? I mean, I understand why they did, but that did not mean it did not hurt. I felt lost now, in a sea of new people and new rules once more. Vale Pack was supposed to be the place where I would be now, but I was not sure how I would adjust to everything. It has been years since I was first sold, and my life since then had been a cycle of uncertainty. Would I ever have my freedom? I often prayed to the moon goddess that I would meet someone kind, good and who would think to buy my freedom. I could never hope to buy myself off. it had to be someone else paying for me to be free. I had heard a lot of stories, about how slaves like myself had been freed by kind-hearted strangers who would take them away from the pack they were enslaved to, and give them a happier life. Would there ever be someone for me? One could only dream. I turned away from the window, covering myself with the only thick blanket in the room, trying to fall asleep, and dream of a life where I could be free. But as those dreams faded, a lovely dream of Callum and I dancing under the moonlight kept me company.
To erase his mess from the limelight and save his inheritance from being given to his younger brother, Alexander Santons is thrown in a tight corner because he needed a significant other to achieve that, which he doesn’t have. It leads him into downloading a dating app, where he comes across Jennifer. Jennifer Scott, a final year college student’s life tumbled down the hills after losing her father and her only means of survival. Her attempts at hustling for her college fees and rent were pointless, and somehow, she finds herself getting a mobile app, in hopes of finding a sugar daddy, and that’s when she comes across Alexander. It was purely professional at first, then exciting, and heated, and finally, sexual as fuck. Whereby both individuals try hard to ignore the pull they felt for each other, to no avail– because love sometimes chooses to germinate in the least expected situations. When secrets get revealed, confessions get outed, and an overzealous past fling that won’t ever receive defeat emerges from nowhere, chaos ended up occurring, and everything got messy. Is their love strong enough to survive the conflicts, drama, assumptions, and lies? Find out.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"