Willa had become content with her life as a rogue. She and her father had managed to make a life outside of the pack and to her, it was home. The only thing missing was justice. She was determined to find the identity of her mother's murderer and prove that the lycan king was behind her death. But she's not prepared for what would happen when she discovers the same lycan king is her fated mate. Ferrin never imagined his fated mate would be a werewolf from his country's strongest rival, let alone that she would be the female alpha that was foretold to destroy him and his kingdom. They had been searching for the alpha that was destined to cause his death for a decade. But could finding out that the alpha was his fated mate mean they were interpreting the prophecy all wrong? Or would he be forced to send her to her death to save his kingdom?
I listened to Willa singing to the radio from the back seat. I smiled and sang along. We were driving back from the art fair at the school. It had been a wonderful morning with my girl. I hated to have to cut it short, but this meeting was important. It was the first step towards true peace in our lands.
The conflict had been going on for over a century, and it has left us with nothing but loss. I wanted to create something better, something more hopeful, for my daughter.
This meeting could be the key to that.
We were on the back road leading back to the packhouse when the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I glanced in my mirrors, checking for other vehicles, but there was nothing. I took a deep breath and urged myself to stay calm. It was just nerves. Willa's voice pulled me back to the car. I smiled back at her right before my world started to spin.
There was a sudden bright light and the sound of metal on metal as I was jolted in my seat. The car started to flip, rolling over and over a glass and debris flew through the cab. My daughter's screams reverberated through my mind as I braced myself until the vehicle came to the end of its momentum.
Finally, we came to a stop. We were hanging upside down with the car on its roof. Immediately I turned back to Willa. She was crying, but she was conscious.
"You're okay, sweetie," I said to her. We were both breathing hard. Blood was dripping from a head wound and she had small cuts all over her exposed skin. But she was alert.
"Momma."
"I know, honey," I said, reaching back to her. "I'm going to need you to try to climb out of your seatbelt, okay? Don't unbuckle it or you'll fall. Just climb out."
She nodded at me and started to move.
I moved to do the same for myself. I realized what was keeping me in my seat was my leg jammed under the collapsed dash. I took a deep breath and yanked. Stifling a cry so I didn't scare Willa even more. I put one of my hands against the ceiling of the car and pushed before I clicked the buckle of the belt. I lowered myself down as gently as I could. Admittedly, it wasn't that gentle. I was dragging myself out of the shattered window when I heard footsteps approaching. The hair on my neck stood up again.
Somehow, I knew this wasn't someone to come and help us.
I moved faster, pulling myself to my feet just as a hand grabbed my hair and flung me across the ground. I hit the ground hard but continued to roll. I used the force to flip myself onto my feet. My eyes went to the male standing next to the demolished vehicle.
Our eyes locked. I held his gaze, hoping not to draw attention to Willa, who was huddled on the opposite side of the car. I called for my wolf. Needing her strength and abilities even more in my wounded state.
But I couldn't find her.
My heart rate spiked as I realized something was blocking her.
The male laughed, taking a few steps before lunging at me, claws and teeth bared.
I lunged out of the way, but with my injured leg, I was too slow. He caught my ankle. Ripping me back and tossing me against a tree. I cried out as sharp pain pierced my back. I felt something break as I fell to the ground. I pushed up to see a branch sticking through my abdomen. I cursed under my breath as I tried to stand. If I ran, I just might be able to lead him away from Willa. Giving her time to run.
My gaze darted around. I tried to get my bearings quickly, but he was too close already. Luckily, his confidence made him slow. I dodged an overhead strike, issuing a hard kick to the male's knee. A yell echoed from his chest as I scrambled to my feet. I yelled for Willa to run as I moved in the other direction. But I didn't run yet. I needed to make sure his focus was on me.
As I suspected, he recovered quickly. I knew I had broken his knee, but I knew the smell of his kind. That wouldn't deter him for long. He turned toward me. Rage filled his face, and he shifted into his lycan form. I held my ground, but I was starting to lose what strength I had left. I was bleeding badly from the wound in my stomach. My vision was starting to blur, and I barely made out the body flying toward me.
I felt the razor-sharp claws dig into my gut as teeth dug into the flesh of my neck, tearing at my throat. We slammed into the ground. The creature stood. I choked on the blood that gurgled in my throat. My body quickly went numb. Then coldness flowed through me. I stared up at the male who now hovered over my limp body.
The last thing I saw was a flash of fur – browns, grays, and reds – ripping the male from sight.
Then everything went black.
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
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."
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
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?