I'm just an unshifted Gamma's daughter. I'm turning 18 next month. I'm a late bloomer you see. But when I finally shift, I'll find my mate. But er.. there was this accident and I ended up touching the hottest guy's chest. Hehe, I touched my Alpha's chest!!
Vole Octres pack.
This is my pack. We are the 1st ranked pack out there in Dovilyon- a world of shifters. Apart from us werewolves, we have our arch-enemy clan- the vampires. Then we have the werecats, weredogs, werebears, werelions and all that. There were some werebirds too.
I'm Xenia Anderson, with a height of 1.5m, tan-skinned with a small nose. I have short silver hair that is not even enough to create a small bun. My double eyelid grey eyes are quite big but not like that of owls. My chestnut lips are thick, there are some freckles on my cheeks and nose. I think they make me look cute.
I love reading and writing stories (the latter my family knows nothing about), gaming on MLBB AND LOL, and writing songs, but I can't sing. Everyone says I sound like a lion trying to sing with my rather deep, almost manly voice.
I'm a little timid at parties when it comes to dancing. Did I forget to tell you I'm plump and robust, with beautiful skin? I never had pimples all my life!
And the cherry on top, wherever I go, flip-flops are the best choice always! No footwear can give the maximum comfort of flip-flops and I love chocolate. My mum always preaches to me about the benefits of weight loss but come on. A girl's gotta be herself. And we are werewolves, aren't we? So I have a mate out there waiting for me- his beloved princess.
I'm born into a family of 9. I'm the lastborn. I've got 6 older brothers who don't seem to like me very much but at least they help out if they see that I'm being bullied. You know they are sextuplets. Sometimes, I get confused about who is who. They've got the height, the model type of body and nice skin and good looks. Gosh!
They are a sensation in the shifter school we go to, the pack. In fact, anywhere they go coz girls chase them from all angles, which I think they don't like. Well, at least with my features, I'm spared from all that disturbance from the gross boys in school and the pack. Though some girls would ask me to link them with any of my charming brothers and I'd simply smirk and say nothing. If they harmed me badly, they won't end well, so a little bullying here and there is what I experience, but it doesn't take away my joy. If one can't smile, then he's dead coz only such one cannot smile.
My dad's the Gamma of our pack, you know the 3rd in command and he's really a busy man. He has his own office just like the Beta and Alpha but his is smaller compared to theirs, which is natural but I think it's spacious. One fun thing I like about it is that I can enter it without using my side like I usually do at home because the door to his office is so spacious. What a blessing! He treats me the best in the entire world. There's also my bestie, Romilly Barkers. She is not as chubby as I am and is very smart and respectful. From the first day we set eyes on each other, we became best friends. She's a nerd, I'm not. Her mom, Cosima, treats me like her very own daughter. And the cakes she makes are just the best!
So let me not bore you more by just talking about myself. Turn the next page and make sure you got your popcorn ready coz a beautiful tale's about to unfold.
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.”
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
After my family's sinister plots collapsed, they lashed out at me, taking their rage to a violent level. Cornered and desperate, I married Jaxton—the town's most sought-after bachelor—due to an unplanned pregnancy. Love had no part in this marriage; I assumed he married me purely out of responsibility, his heart belonging elsewhere. The moment I chose to let him go and turned to leave, he grabbed me and pinned me down hard. "Jaxton, you promised you'd never touch me!" I snapped, glaring fiercely. His eyes flashed arrogantly as he leaned closer. "You're the one who started this!"
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.