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.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
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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.
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
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.
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.