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It was almost eight in the evening as Lucia bid her friends, the future triplet alphas of the Blood Moon pack, goodnight. It had been a day of good tidings for her not only in relation to the training, but also due to the realization that the three were actually crushing on her despite her still being wolfless. At seventeen, the fact that her wolf had yet to appear was quite bothersome and she hated it that she could not be identified by her mate. Nevertheless, she smiled at the fact that she could be regarded that highly by the triplets.
She had just turned a corner when she heard some piercing screams emanating from her pack house. Imagining the worst, she tore through the darkness with her eyes fixed on the bright light whose source was obviously from torched houses. Despite her being wolfless, she was endowed with extraordinary speed and agility that distinguished her from other pack members. These were further qualified by her unique fighting skills. She was not only good in using arrows, but she also displayed such great swordsmanship that baffled even her trainer.
"Oh my God!" She exclaimed on seeing several houses up in flames and figures on fire running helther-skelter trying to save themselves. Other figures stood on guard with machetes busy dismembering anyone trying to escape. In a frenzy, she fitted her bow with her trademark arrows and released them in rapid succession. Many bodies fell down while agonizing screams rent the air as she charged into the Alpha's house, her father's abode.
On the entrance, she encountered her mother's mutilated body and she was overcome by emotions. She bent down and embraced it, her whole body shaking with grief. Suddenly, she heard a movement behind her and she turned while reaching for her sword. It was when she saw the attacker.
"Rise, boy!" A tall, lanky man of about nineteen ordered her. He was dressed in war regalia and a heavy mask covered his head. "Come on, boy! I don't think I would have any problem dispatching you after your mother," he challenged her, thinking she was a boy because she was in a boy's clothing.
"Only a fool could be so sure!" She retorted, standing up and drawing her sword. "Who are you and why are you doing this to us?" She demanded angrily.
"Don't play dumb with me! You damn well know who we are because your pack killed my brother under the leadership of your father!"
"So you are the stinking lycans?" She sneered back at him as she readied herself. "What kind of a man are you that kills defenceless women and children!" She wailed as she lunged at him.
He foresaw her lethal move and moved aside as the tip of her sword whizzed just an inch past his chest. He retaliated with a forward thrust of his dagger, targeting her left bosom. She ducked, but her clothing was almost ripped off, revealing her firm and rigid buds.
"What! So you are a girl disguised as a boy?" He quipped, greatly surprised. "I'm a Lycan Prince. I don't fight with girls, do you understand?" He added as he dodged yet another lethal swash.
"No, there's nothing to understand in as far as you have murdered my mother," she said furiously, swinging her sword ominously. She hit harder and he was not able to completely evade contact as the blade embedded itself on his right thigh.
He growled with pain such that only two things made him not to summon his wolf and tear her into shreds. Foremost, he had not smelled her which only meant that she was wolfless and therefore his pride would not allow him to shift into one. No, it would not be a fair fight.
Secondly, his accidental discovery that she was a girl, coupled with her generous, well-formed bosom, had sent some mixed emotions through his body. It would be a waste of resources to kill such an enticing, beautiful soul like her. He rationalized.
Time stood still as he dislodged the sword slowly while staring at her with his enflamed, blue eyes. It was when she saw her father engaged on a deadly, personal duel with the Lycan King upstairs.
"Run Lucia, please!" Her father implored her. "Don't let them take you!"
"Watch out, Daddy!" She screamed on seeing the Lycan King's deadly swing, after taking advantage of the distraction.
Her warning came in too late as the sword cut through her father's neck, separating the head from the rest of the body. The severed head blurted out some words as it bounced on the floor as if it was protesting against the action.
"Daddy!" She lamented as she tried to charge past her immediate opponent in vain. More lycans approached from behind her, eager to attack on the Prince's orders. The latter chose to halt her movement by holding onto her hand.
"Stop this madness right now, or I will amputate this arm!" He snarled, baring his teeth.
"Raphael, finish off that lad and make sure that nothing is left moving in this pack!" His father ordered, appearing on the stairs after dispensing with Lucia's father.
"No, Daddy," Raphael demurred. "She is not even a boy, but a disguised girl. I wish to take her as my slave."
"I hope you don't make any mistake as she might turn against you one day," his father counselled. "Hurry up and ensure that everything has been accomplished. Gather all our men and check on the casualties."
"Why don't you kill me now like the others?" Lucia posed, sobbing and seething with anger. "Are you cowards now?" She could not imagine a life without her family and her triplet alpha friends, let alone being a slave to anyone. She had just applied to college for admission to do a course in medicine. She foresaw her dream of becoming a doctor going up in flames and she wanted to die rather than being taken captive. She summoned all her energy and lunged at Raphael, throwing him down onto the floor.
She raised her sword, but she was forcibly jerked out of balance before she could stab him on the chest.
"Tie her up and make sure she doesn't eat anything for two days!" Raphael ordered his Omega, his blue eyes aflame with controlled fury.
She fought hard and broke loose again. She suddenly threw her dagger, getting him squarely on the chest. He fell to the floor with a thud.
Mary is a woman of no mean achievements .She had sacrificed her love-life in persuit of financial independence . Now ,a billionaire at thirty-seven , cultural demands and circumstances are forcing her to make a choice between marrying into the hateful and arrogant Mafioso family and waiting for her heart's desire to materialize from wherever fate had taken him . Would she marry the Mafioso's son to help in resolving the long-standing rivalry between the two families when she strongly believes that the family is connected to the mysterious disappearance of her love ?
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
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."
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?
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
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."