I was only 7 years old when I saw my entire family massacred. I was just a child, but those yellow fangs still tore the throats of everyone I loved, and those eyes, so similar to the red of the blood that flowed from my family - stared at me while the king spoke. "Take her away. This child must be kept in the dungeon with the rats and forgotten by humanity," he said those words and then left. He left me in a dark, cold place, in complete emptiness, and I never knew why all the happiness abandoned me, at least... not until those bars opened and a man smiled at me with his hand extended. "Do you want to avenge the king?" Amon asked me. "Then come with me, and I promise you that old man's head is all yours." He promised me, and that same night, I discovered that Amon Lykaios always keeps his promises, even when they involve killing his father.
I still remember perfectly the night my life was destroyed.
My parents were laughing, they were talking about my school presentation and how amazing I looked in that little pink tutu that made me look like a real ballerina. (And that was one of their good lies).
Yes. I wanted to be a ballerina, I wanted that when I was seven years – and when I could still dream, but that same night the door of our house was knocked down and a wolf with reddish fur and ruby eyes invaded.
He sank his fangs into my father's arm, who, with all his strength, tried to stop him from approaching, he tore his throat so quickly that I barely had time to cry, and his yellow teeth had already torn my mother in half. Jared – my little sweet 3-year-old brother, was like an appetizer, I saw him torn apart, devoured.
My body didn't move, and my eyes wouldn't allow me to cry, but that monster made me watch – he was staring at me -, static against the wall while everyone I loved was brutally and sadistically killed.
I was a child, a sweet child, and it was on that night of October 31st that my innocence and my life – were stolen from me.
"Take her, this child must be kept in the dungeon with the rats and must be forgotten by humanity," he ordered, still in his wolf form and as good soldiers, two wolves became men in front of my eyes – and dragged me out of there.
I was thrown into darkness and left to my fate in a dungeon that smelled of feces, decomposing bodies, and dead rats. There was no food, no bed, not even a human voice to comfort me – I was alone.
In the first week inside that place, I thought I would go crazy.
In the second week, hunger made my stomach churn, and the pain was so strong that I wondered if death wouldn't be a good option, if in the end..., he hadn't been merciful with my parents and my little brother.
In the third week, I cried.
The pain was not as strong as it had been before, and thirst seemed much harder to deal with. At that time, I didn't even know that a human being was unable to survive more than five days without water.
It was only in the fourth week –, that a guard descended to the dungeon, and I remember hearing his footsteps as he threw something into the cells. It was..., "Food."
I don't remember thinking twice before shoving that disgust into my mouth, before forcing it down my throat and trying to convince my body that it was the best option. It was..., "Food."
I got used to the delay, I got used to hunger, pain, and the company of rats that sometimes tried to bite me or steal my "food." I got used to the guards' steps and started to identify them, gave them a name, and maybe this was one more attempt not to go crazy – but none of this made a difference, after all... time passed outside, and all I hoped for was the moment my body would give up, and my end would come – as it had come for my parents, but to my total misfortune, an order from the Lycan king was practically immutable, and his order for me was not death but... forgetting.
After 10 years, the world had already forgotten me.
I had already forgotten, and the child I had been..., seemed too distant, and it was on a night – like the one my life was destroyed – that the bars of my cell were opened, and I saw a human face for the first time in 10 long years.
"Hello, sweet," a male voice, both sweet and masculine, called to me. "I can't believe that old man did it," he said, but in his eyes, I could see a slight glimmer of... happiness.
My mouth opened, but the truth was, I didn't even remember how to speak.
"Who...?"
That was all I could manage to murmur, my throat screaming from the effort it took to get that one word out in a hoarse, guttural tone.
"Who am I?" The man laughed, a low, lively laugh, a sound I hadn't heard in over ten years. "If names matter so much to you, you can call me Amon."
He took a step into my cell, and his eyes sparkled like two rubies in the moonlight. It was a familiar glow, one that made my entire body shiver and freeze, but unlike the threats and blood I received on the night my life was destroyed, now - Amon extended his hand to me like a knight lost in time or a historical book, but on his lips was a mischievous smile that rose from the corner of his mouth.
"Don't you want to take revenge on the king?" Amon asked me, his tone seductive, like the serpent that tempted Lilith in paradise. "Then come with me, and I promise you, that old man's head is all yours," he promised me, and although an unknown voice in my mind screamed that it could all be a trap... the thirst for blood that rose in my throat was much stronger than it.
"Revenge..." I said as I held Amon's hand and let him pull me up, closer.
"Great," he said with a huge smile. "I'll give you your revenge, sweet... and in return, I'll only ask you for a favor."
"A favor," resonated in my mind. So... there was a price, something to be charged.
"Revenge... for a... favor..." I forced myself to say as if I was asking him if he understood, and Amon smiled.
"Exactly," he purred. "Let's say you'll have the blood, and I'll have the gold."
I wish I could say that I considered not accepting, that I questioned or even hesitated to answer, but the truth was that my lips arched in a way that I didn't even remember how to make them rise in a smile that didn't seem like mine.
I just... accepted, because blood was all I wanted.
The blood of that damned Lycan king.
Vincent made vows of love to me, promised to always be by my side, but when I realized it, he was smiling while he thought he had killed me. My own husband had planned my death. "Don't worry, dear. I don't make vows of love, but I guarantee that I can destroy anyone you wish, and besides..." - Matthew smiled as his hand went up my hip - "I can fuck you like no one ever has before." That man was dangerous, and I knew it in every inch of my body, but I couldn't help feeling safe and tempted by him. Matthew Ricci was my biggest weapon for the revenge I had planned and also my biggest desire at that moment.
Amy Blanchard needed a fresh start while running away from her past and to do so, she agreed to work with Andrea Valentin. A man who was feared not only in high society, but also in the underworld. "Your responsibility and only priority has to be my son," he said to the girl as soon as she set foot in his house, but unlike his rude words and even the expected, Andrea showed himself every day, more gentle and attentive - which awakened in Amy, new feelings, but for Amy to live her new life and forget her past completely, she would have to masterfully avoid Andrea's twin brother, Alessin, a man who was not used to refusals and much less to something he could not have.
She has fallen in love with a character from a book she has read a thousand times and after an incident, has awakened in her arms, but who knew that one's opinion could change so much upon seeing the actions of such a being up close. Even though she no longer sees him romantically, she wants to save him and his little son, she wants to give everyone a happy ending, but... what if they are right in the middle of THEIR happy ending? It should be okay, right? After all... This was never a story about King Callisto.
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!"
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
[Cute Baby + Secret Identity + Powerful hero and heroine!] Caroline loved Damian with all her heart for five whole years. She devoted herself to him and lived humbly for his sake. However, when the couple faced a crisis, she hoped that the news of her pregnancy would fix their marriage, but what she got in return was just a divorce agreement. And to make things worse, while she was about to give birth, she had fallen into someone's trap and her life was in danger. After managing to survive such a harrowing experience, she was determined to cut all ties with the man. Five years later, she re-emerged with her head held high, being the CEO of a famous company. Those who used to bully her now got a taste of their own medicine. And the truth about the past gradually surfaced... Dazzled by Caroline's newfound confidence, her ex-husband wanted to get back together with her, but she just turned a blind eye to his advances. Damian pleaded desperately, "Honey, our baby needs both his parents. Please remarry me!"
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
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