All her life, Elora was instructed to stay away from his kind. If she dared to go close to the wolves, she would be killed. However, her adventurous spirit refuses, and she attends the prince's ball against her father's wishes. That night, the prince leaned into her ear and whispered, "I know what you are." At that moment, Elora knew her life was about to change, and not for the better. ~•~ He is cold and cruel, a heart empty and impossible to love. Life had always been unfair to him, he inherited a curse he did not bring upon himself. He's determined to being pain and chaos to all who come his way. When he finds the red-haired witch in his party, Alpha Ace believes he has found a cure to his age long disease, what happens when he discovers she is nothing but a liar? He is her doom, her ruin, yet he is everything she wants.
"Elora! Come out, come out wherever you are!"
From where she lay on her wooden bed, her eyes buried deeply into the book she was reading, Elora smiled and rolled her eyes.
She still failed to understand why her father still treated her like a baby.
She heard the heels of his boots come to a halt in front of her door.
"Goodness me! Were you studying?" He asked, widening his eyes dramatically.
With a scoff, Elora sat up, straightened the hem of her skirt and smiled.
"You're back papa." She said aloud. Smiling, but her smile was too broad to be genuine.
Douglas could tell once again that his daughter was up to mischief once again.
He plastered a smile on his face too, walking closer to her.
Elora swallowed hard. If Papa knew what she was reading, he would scold her and pull her by her ears. She didn't want that.
In reflex, she pushed the book under her pillow and pushed herself back, so that she rested on it.
However, Douglas did not fail to notice her gesture.
When he stood in front of her, Elora's green eyes rose up to meet his brown ones. In her eyes, Douglas could see the kindness of Isabelle and the mischief of himself.
Isabelle.
It didn't help that Elora inherited her mother's ginger colored locks of hair and her greenish eyes as well. As Elora grew, she continued to remind Douglas of his wife. He didn't know if that was a good thing, or if it was a bad thing.
"Move your arse away from the pillow, Elora Everest..."
Oh no! He had seen her push the book under.
Just what did her father never see?
She had to do something, anything to shift his mind away from the book under her pillow. She knew how angry he was going to be if he found out it was what she was up to.
"It is nothing Papa..." She resisted. Trying to sound as believable as she could. Maybe, just maybe if he didn't see her push the book under the pillow, he would have believed her.
"Elora."
"Papa." She pouted, drawing the last syllable of the word so much that he felt his ears cringe.
"You might want to move your arse before I move it myself. "
With that, he lowered his lean, six feet frame and began to tickle her.
Elora couldn't help it. She yelled and laughed, moving away from the pillow. As she struggled to catch her breath, she dived her pillow for the book. But it was too late, it was already in his hands. There was no going back now.
In his hands, Douglas continued to look at the book in shock. As he flipped swiftly through the pages, his gaze traveled from his daughter to the book in his hands. With every page he flipped, his eyes widened in shock and his nose twitched in disgust.
The gesture made Elora's heart sink. She should never have brought the book home to read. She should have just kept it at the bookshop.
However, the title had struck her so hard that there was nothing she could do. The moment her eyes skimmed through the label that had been on the shelf, she knew that the book owned her last penny.
"A proper woman's guide to fulfilling her man's sexual desires..." Doughlas read the title aloud. His eyes still opened, his eyeballs swam in disbelief.
His cheeks were flustered, he was embarrassed.
"Papa. I was curious, there were a lot of things that I needed to know and understand..."
"About sex? Elora, you're still such a little girl..." Douglas cut in, but Elora was faster.
"I am twenty papa! I should be married by now."
"You would get married my dear. To the right man,when the good man comes from you, you'll know."
Elora could not help the bitter laugh that escaped her throat.
"Really papa? Because for all I know, it is forbidden for a male to so much as smile at me. "
"I am worried for you Elora! Why don't you see...?"
Douglas was interrupted by the sight of something dropping down from one of the pages of the book.
Quiet, they both followed the paper down to the ground. Elora stayed quiet and watched as her father leaned towards the wooden floor to pick up the paper.
When it flipped over, what he saw caused his heart to fall.
His gaze flickered up to her frightened ones. Elora sought for words to say, but couldn't find any.
How had she forgotten to put that picture away?
Her mother's picture stared back at her father.
"Where did you get this?" He asked. His tone was unusually calm, but there was a dangerous edge to the tone that Elora didn't miss.
She fought to keep her eyes on anything in her small room, anything apart from his gaze.
"I asked you a question, Elora. Have you always had this?"
She turned to him now. Fear and pain were evident in his gaze.
Was there a need to explain herself?
"Papa, I can explain..."
"No. No you cannot because there is only one explanation to all of this. And that is you do not appreciate all that I am doing to keep you safe!" He was yelling at her now. Elora knew she couldn't blame him for it, not at all.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Papa..." She cried out.
But Douglas had gone far past her tears.
"I risked our lives to keep you safe after they took your mother away from us. Until this very day, I do not know where her body lies. And I can never, because we can not go back there, back home. Everytime that I try to shield you, it is not because of myself, but it's because of you."
"Papa, I under..."
"No." He flung the book on the wall. A few pages tore out as he did so, but Douglas didn't care.
"If anyone had seen this picture in your hands, you would have been on a hangman's noose. They would have taken you away from me just the way they took your mother and her kind. These people don't want us to be here, and if we are ever caught, we would lose our lives. I need you to understand that we have to be very careful Elora, please."
Sighing, Elora nodded her head affirmatively. She knew that he wasn't lying.
If anyone ever got so much as a scent of who she was, she would be dead.
Elora rose up to embrace her father. Her right cheek brushed his chest as he spread his arms around his daughter.
"If anything were to ever happen to you Elora..."
"Nothing will Papa, I promise."
~•~
Darkness bestowed upon her, as it was normal at such an hour of the day. As she lay in bed, she did so quietly.
After their argument, she heard the door open and her father stepped out. What she didn't know was if he had returned.
If he had not, it would only mean he was going to work through the night at the inn.
The thought caused her to smile sadly. He was always working too hard. If only he would let her do something to help him.
If he could hide his identity perfectly, why did he not have faith that she could do so as well?
Perhaps he was right. Her mother's blood running through her would announce itself to anyone who was smart enough to listen. Even though her human blood masked it a great deal - since her mother was a low ranking witch - it could still be picked up by a powerful wolf.
An alpha wolf.
Sighing, she turned and lay on her right side, facing the window of her room. She gazed at the bits of snow that fell to the ground. Winter was coming, and so were the wars that accompanied it.
In her range of thoughts, sleep came with the wind and blew past her. Elora's eyelids closed together in harmony, allowing the peaceful waves of sleep to wash over her.
The peace didn't last for long.
The sound of a mockingbird's chirping filled her ears.
A mockingbird was only present when wolves were on patrol!
A Lycan king has fallen head over heels in love with a human womanf. His kingdom would never accept such a taboo, but he is determined to keep her by his side no matter the cost. The only thing that stands in the way of his love for her is his entire kingdom and THE TRUTH.
R18+ "Oh. She's our mate." The older one said, as he ran his thumb over the skin of her wet and lush lips. She stared down at his hard length peeking through his pants. It was hard to do anything else. "What do you think of that, brother? What do we do with her?" The other one spoke. She raised her head to look into piercing green eyes. She had never been between two men before, and her wolf was raging within her. She was thirsty for some adventure with both her mates. She felt a hinge of desire when both their eyes rested on her. "Tell me, naughty mate. What shall we do with you?" ~•~ Two alpha princes, one mate, and a dreadful revenge plan. Diana returns to the pack she was banished from, 16 years later. Not as the princess she was supposed to be, but a lowlife stripper and daycare teacher from Redmoon pack, a minority pack. She is despised and mistreated by everyone she knows, including her boyfriend. But all of it changes when she meets the Herd brothers, powerful sons of the alpha of Silvermoon pack. And they are both her mates. What started as a wild and adventurous threesome after a bachelor's party, turns out to be a nightmare for Diana after she finds out that they are the sons of the man she hated most in the world - the man responsible for the death of her parents. The she-wolf, once thirsty for the touch of her mates, becomes thirsty for blood and revenge. Diana would do anything to run the Herd family down, but how far is too far?
"You have to stop doing that, Camilla." "Doing what?" Jesus Christ! Did she not see what she was doing? "Being so goddamn sexy, I can't stand it." She tiptoed, bringing her lips closer to my face. "Why? Why can't you stand it?" Questions, too many questions. I pulled her closer to me, so she could feel the bulging of my crotch between her legs. Her lips parted slightly, I watched her sigh in satisfaction. Her wet tongue licked her lips gently. My length hardened against her, a small moan escaped her lips. "Fuck!" I cried out and turned my back on her. I wiped my sweat off my forehead with my right palm. "Mister Ivan…" "If you call my name one more time, you won't be able to blame me for how good I'll fuck you, Camilla." I blurted out. I did not care how it sounded, I did not care that she might take me to be a pervert. I only wanted her to know what she was doing, and the effect she had on me. What I did not expect were the next words that strolled out of her lips. "Then turn around and fuck me." ~•~ From doctor and patient, to friends and then illicit lovers. Can Camilla and Ivan finally stand together to fight the forces against their relationship? Or would both retire to fate and let fear and mistrust take the lead?
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
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.”
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
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