In the bustling city of Whitewood, Mallory Wanless, a homeless orphan, stumbles upon a hidden werewolf pack called Silverpaw, living secretly with humans. Surprisingly, she discovers she is the destined mate of Sean Ascott, the alpha of the pack. As Mallory adapts to her new reality, she finds solace in Sean's love but struggles with her newfound identity. To complicate matters, Krista Viotto, self-centered alpha daughter, seeks to usurp Mallory's position as Sean's lover and the pack's Luna. Juggling between two worlds, Mallory fights against the odds to keep her happiness with Sean alive. Will their love conquer the challenges they face, or will her unfortunate destiny engraved on her name tear them apart?
Mallory
"Thief! Get her!"
I ran as fast as I could through the crowded street, with the owner of the bread store and his assistant closely chasing behind. Their shouts echoed throughout the busy avenue, drawing attention from the shoppers and bystanders around us. Disgust was evident in their eyes.
I bit my lower lip as I continued to run, tears streaming down my cheeks. I tried my best not to be distracted by them. I needed to run as fast as I could, or those two judgmental pricks would catch up to me.
"Please, I didn't steal anything," I uttered in between sobs, hoping that someone would hear and believe me as I kept running. I couldn't help but blame myself for the unfortunate situation. If only I hadn't attempted to sneak into that restaurant to scavenge for leftovers, the owner wouldn't have noticed me and falsely accused me of taking one of their customers' rings. It was a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
It's funny how life works sometimes. My name is Mallory Wanless, which literally means "unfortunate." I couldn't help but chuckle wryly at the irony of it all. Maybe my name was a sign, a subtle hint from fate about the difficult path that lay ahead of me.
As I contemplated this peculiar connection between my name and the trials I had endured, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. It was almost as if the universe had conspired to label me with this name, a constant reminder of the hardships that seemed to follow me wherever I went.
"Hurry and catch that thief! Don't let her get away!" I heard the store owner talking to someone, and when I glanced over my shoulder, I saw two patrolmen getting involved. My heart raced as I saw them joining the chase. I needed to focus on finding a way to lose them; otherwise, I would spend another night at the police station. The last time I did, I was almost violated by one of them, claiming that nobody would believe a scruffy-looking homeless girl like me if I told anyone about it. My life is really unfair.
As I continued to navigate through the maze of people, I pushed myself to run even faster. This time, I relied on my familiarity with the place, as the streets of Whitewood City had become my home for so many years after becoming an orphan and getting in and out of the foster system. I had tried to get a decent job, but I failed. Some wanted me to work as a stripper, but I still had the dignity to refuse.
A few minutes later, I lost the group of men chasing me. I smiled in gratitude as I slowed down and strolled casually through the bustling city. The sun was already setting when I heard my stomach growling. That's when I remembered I hadn't eaten a single meal throughout the day.
Just as I was on the verge of giving up, a flicker of hope ignited within me. My gaze landed upon a croissant resting on the street floor near the dumpster. With a few rubs on my clothes, it would be decent enough to eat. A small smile tugged at my lips as I hurriedly ran to pick it up.
I couldn't help but stare at the bread in my hand. Its buttery aroma filled my nostrils, making me drool. Just as I was about to take a bite, I heard a mild whisper beside me.
"Just try to get some sleep, Lily. That way, you won't feel the hunger."
I saw two youngsters near the dumpster, talking amongst themselves. By their looks, I could easily tell they were like me, homeless outcasts without any parents or relatives to take care of them. Maybe, the social workers haven't found them yet that's why they were here in the streets.
"But I can't, Robbie. I couldn't sleep because my tummy is aching."
With that, I let out a heavy sigh. Children always had a way of tugging at my heartstrings. Without hesitation, I turned to them and extended the croissant in my hand.
"Here, let your sister eat this," I said softly.
The children looked up at me, a mixture of confusion and gratitude on their young faces. I didn't need to say anything more. I simply nodded and offered them a smile, which brought a smile to the little girl's face.
"Thank you, sister," the older brother said, taking the bread from my hand and sharing it with his sibling. They broke it in half and enjoyed it together, savoring each bite.
At that moment, I knew it was time for me to move on. I let out another sigh, feeling sorry for myself as I realized I would once again sleep with a grumbling stomach. I placed a hand on the back of my head, contemplating where I could find shelter for the night. A glimmer of hope lit up my face when I noticed a bench nearby in the park.
Excitedly, I began to skip towards the wooden bench, anticipating the comfort it would provide. However, my enthusiasm was short-lived as another homeless man intercepted my path.
"Where do you think you're going? I saw that bench first. It's mine." His voice carried a tone of possessiveness and anger.
Reluctantly, I backed away, knowing it was best to avoid any trouble. Years of living on the streets had taught me to steer clear of conflicts, especially with others in similar circumstances. With a defeated sigh, I turned and walked away. My search for a place to rest continued as I walked around.
Then, my nose caught up with something.
"Grilled meat! That smells like grilled meat!" I exclaimed. The delicious smell made me feel better as if I had a new burst of energy. Part of me thought I might be imagining it since I was walking toward a park. But I couldn't help but hope that there was really food nearby, a hot meal waiting for me.
I couldn't resist following the smell. It pulled me in like a magnetic force, drawing me closer with each step. Doubts still lingered in my mind, but my curiosity and hunger drove me forward.
The scent grew stronger as I ventured deeper into the park. The smell mixed with the night air, guiding me along a twisting path. Anticipation pulsed through my veins. And finally, after a few more strides, I reached the source of the enticing scent. A smile formed on my lips as I took in the sight before me-a vibrant outdoor party unfolding right in front of my eyes.
Serena Mitchell had only one dream: to escape from her abusive family and live her life in peace. However, for an outcast like her, this seemed impossible because her fate was already sealed due to her wolfless nature. She had no one else to turn to but her best friend and cousin, Shey, who persuaded her to attend the Blood Rose Pack's mating ritual in the hopes of finding a man willing to rescue her from her misery. That night, she caught the eye of the Blood Rose Pack's Alpha Heir, Damon Sanford, who accidentally gave her a keepsake that altered the course of her moon goddess-forsaken life. Damon was willing to search every corner of the continent just to get it back. Will the werewolf Cinderella ever discover her happily ever after? Or will she fall into the hands of her evil stepmother, who will stop at nothing to destroy her?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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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...
Andrea Deciding that I was going to skip a day at work so I could have first time sex with my boyfriend seemed like the most absurd decision I could ever make. Or at least that was what I'd thought. Until I'd walked in on my said boyfriend cheating on me with some redhead and decided to get my revenge by losing my virginity to his wealthy billionaire father instead. Crazy, right? Trust me, I know. Like that's not enough, things take a drastic turn for the worst after I realized I was in love with him and pregnant with his child. Before I could get the chance to come clean about every including my feelings formhim and the pregnancy, he finds out about my trickery. Alejandro's not one to condone being lied to and deceived so he immediately tells me he doesn't want to see me again. So what do I do? I pack up and leave the country. But it seems like the universe isn't done with us just yet. . . Alejandro I should have known better than to get involved with someone way younger than me. It was something I've never done before. But like the saying goes, there's a first time for everything. The first time I met Andrea I was captivated by her beauty. More than that there was this innocence in her that called out to me like a moth to a flame. I ignored all the warnings in my head and went after what I wanted. And what I wanted was her. Unfortunately what she wanted was revenge against my son. I told myself that it had to be some kind of mistake. There was no way she had been playing with my feelings and planning some silly revenge this whole time. But she had. It had taken a surprise visit from my son for me to find out her true intentions. Even then it had been hard to believe it. But I couldn't deny that she'd fooled me real good alright. So naturally I cut ties with her. And that's supposed to be the end, right? Wrong. Turns out that our story was never destined to end just there. . .
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?
Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he never gave a damn about rules and laws, as he only liked to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?