Maltreated and taken advantage of.That was the only definition an Omega, Isabella's life had, until fate gave her a new reason to live and a new family to go along with the reason. She left her tormentor's pack with the greatest gift she could never have imagined, and her life was going great with her new wealthy background until the past surfaced.Going broke and unable to care for his pack, Darian had no other choice than to seek out help from who he least expect it to be. Isabella, his past conquest.The tormentor and the tormented, how awkward could it be in a room?Should Isabella act like she had been treated to Darian or overlook his past mistakes simply because they have a child together?No! It doesn't seem as easy as it sounds, or perhaps, there is always a way to make things work for both parties.
"Oh no no no! How could this happen!" Isabella paces around her basement room with tears in her eyes, streaming down her face like morning dew.After throwing up the little lunch she took, a was definitely convinced that she was pregnant. For the past two weeks she has been throwing up whatever little food the Alpha of her pack allow her to take. At first she thought of it as stomach bug, but it was different on this day.It was continuous, it was frequent.
She could not hold down her breakfast or lunch, the only two meals she was allowed in a day.Isabella knew it would be disastrous for her reputation and standing in the pack if the news of her pregnancy got out. She was not married, and the father of the child was not her mate. She knew she had to do something about it and fast.She thought about her options and decided that terminating the pregnancy was the only way out. She was not ready to face the shame and ridicule that would come with being an unwed mother.To top it off, she could never tell her impregnate about the child,that would mean death. A quick one."Alpha Darian must not know." She lamented, putting her hands in her mouth to prevent her sobbing sound from getting out.Alpha Darian was cruel, ruthless and not afraid to take what she wants when he wants it, and that was what led Isabella to her current predicament.He likes to play around, especially with weak Omegas like herself, so telling him that she was pregnant with his child would earn her nothing but disgrace, harassment then an eventual death.Isabella knew that she had to act fast if she wanted to get rid of the pregnancy. She couldn't risk anyone finding out, not even her closest friends. She paced around the room, her mind racing with thoughts of what to do.She remembered hearing stories of a witch who lived in the outskirts of the forest. Many people in the pack believed that she had supernatural powers and could grant wishes for a price. Isabella knew that seeking the help of a witch was risky, but she had no other choice.With trembling hands, she pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote a note asking for the witch's help. She folded the note carefully and placed it under a rock near the forest's edge, where the witch was known to leave her responses.The next day, Isabella checked the spot where she had left the note and found no reply. All her hopes went into shambles like that."Isabella..." Darian called out in a sing-song voice in the night, walking towards the basement where the Omegas belong.Isabella trembled in her spot where she sat, Darian hated it when they spoke or fight back.She kept her head bowed as he entered."Did you miss me?" He questioned, placing his hand at the bottom of her chin, urging her to look into his eyes.All Isabella saw in those ocean blue eyes was cruelty of the highest order, but she was not the one with the upper hand, so she nodded."Good, I miss you too, it has been two weeks, and I need you now." With those words, Darian forced her to her knees, to get her to suck him off.The act that was supposed to give her pleasure now made her want to puke.Isabella closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She never wanted her life so badly."That's it, baby girl." Darian moaned, feeling her warm, soft lips sucking him.Isabella did not look up, she could not, it would make her remember those eyes and she could not bear to see them now."You like this, don't you?" Darian asked, she did not reply, she just continued to suck on him."Answer me, bitch." Darian growled, lifting her chin to make her look up at him.She hated the way he called her that, but she loved it at the same time. She wanted to slap him, to make him feel how she felt, but she knew that would only earn her another beating."Yes, Alpha." She replied, then her eyes ventured lower and she saw something she definitely did not like."Stop." Isabella said, her voice shaking.Darian's eyes fell on what she was looking at.On his shaft below his glans, was a small ring, it was black and there was something moving inside what looked like a small mouth."Isabella, finish me off." Darian ordered, his voice hoarse with pleasure."No!" She said, taking her finger to place it on the ring, but Darian pushed her away."You slut!" He yelled, holding his now flaccid penis.Isabella quickly ran up the stairs to her room, with Darian close on her heels."Bitch!" He hit her hard with the back of his hand.The sound of the slap echoed in the small basement room, Isabella's body slammed against the wall and she fell to the floor.Darian slapped her again, then he slapped her another time, buy he realized that she could die and that would make him lose his plaything, so he stopped."You belong to me Omega!" His voice boomed through the basement and in one single turn he left.Isabella was mortified by what just happened, she couldn't take it anymore, so she set her plan into motion, she was going to run away from the wretched pack she called home.Her weeping was the only lullaby that lulled her to sleep that night, but with the intention of running away the next.She quickly got to her chores the next day, she could feel the life slowly growing inside of her, the connection was there, she was even surprised that she did not lose the baby with the activities she has to endure the previous night.The kitchen? She made it sparkly clean, but as she was about to exit it, the Luna came in."This place is unclean, Omega, clean it again." She sneered at Isabella who didn't grumble. She simply cleaned it again, almost with joy bubbling in her heart.The night fell quickly than Isabella anticipated, but was all good for her plans.She took a little bag, gathered the essentials she thought she might need while on the run, then she sneaked out of the basement and made a run for the woods.For an Omega, the weakest of all wolves, she ran like her life depended upon it. It did depend upon it and she has every intention of saving herself.Carefully, but steadily she treaded the woods and was almost at the border the pack shared with the outside world when she heard a voice. A loud, booming voice."Stop right there! Where do you think you're going?" It was the warrior on patrol, she could not turn back. No.She never ever want that kind of life ever again so she dis the one thing she planned on. Run.She was able to escape, but sharing a life with another was a burden on its own and it was taking a toll on her, she saw a clearing to rest in, but the moment she laid down, her exhaustion caught up to her.Two old people were strolling out their garden when they heard rustling in the patches of forest behind them, surprised, they decided to check it out."Oh Richard, it's a child!" The woman gasped, putting her hands on her mouth."Not just a child, a pup, an Omega pup." Richard clarified with a subtle shake of his head.Their conversation was the last Isabella had before she gave in to the darkness to consume her.
Being a nymphomaniac isn't Ginny's dream. It has never been part of her imagination to be an ardent sex addict. But now what would Ginny do when things turn out like that for her?Ginny spents her all in a marriage with her mate who is almost inactive on the bed. She couldn't hold it any longer and that forces her to try out a brief sexual relationship with her best male friend.Now, trouble unleashes and she is rejected by her mate. Well, it is said that everybody deserves a second chance mate. Also, it has been said that some people are bound and fated to be Mateless.Which set of wolves do Ginny belong to?Will she find a second chance mate?Will her mate accept her back?Will she stop being a nymphomaniac?Will a total turn around happen in her lifestyle?You gotta read on to find out this enthralling story with Ginny leading you on the paths.
In a world where werewolves roam, Layla's life is a haunting symphony of pain and rejection. Bullied and abused, she clings to the flickering hope of finding a fated mate who will cherish and protect her. But when her first mate, her boyfriend, publicly betrays her, Layla's shattered heart seeks solace in the arms of an enigmatic alpha named William. Their journey unfolds against William's father being who hates her and doesn't want her with his son William. But Layla's fragile spirit is already yarning for William, their relationship dances on a knife's edge, bound by secrets and doubts. Their love refuses to be extinguished. Layla discovers her true heritage as the long-lost daughter of an Alpha King. The sinister web of deception stretches far, with her uncle or stepfather's hands stained in her father's blood. With a child growing within her, Layla flees in despair, leaving William consumed by remorse and an unrelenting desire to make amends. Their separate paths teeter on the precipice of despair, yet destiny's cruel hand intertwines their fates once more. As danger looms and hearts ache, Layla and William must defy the odds, unravel the secrets that bind them, and face the sinister forces determined to tear them apart. Amidst the storm of heartache, they discover the unyielding strength of love—a force that can heal the deepest wounds and triumph over the darkest of shadows. Will Layla embrace her true legacy and find the strength to forge a new destiny? Can William prove himself worthy of redemption and reclaim the love he lost? Their souls entwined, they embark on a perilous journey where the power of love becomes their guiding light.
In a world where werewolves roam, Layla's life is a haunting symphony of pain and rejection. Bullied and abused, she clings to the flickering hope of finding a fated mate who will cherish and protect her. But when her first mate, her boyfriend, publicly betrays her, Layla's shattered heart seeks solace in the arms of an enigmatic alpha named William. Their journey unfolds against William's father being who hates her and doesn't want her with his son William. But Layla's fragile spirit is already yarning for William, their relationship dances on a knife's edge, bound by secrets and doubts. Their love refuses to be extinguished. Layla discovers her true heritage as the long-lost daughter of an Alpha King. The sinister web of deception stretches far, with her uncle or stepfather's hands stained in her father's blood. With a child growing within her, Layla flees in despair, leaving William consumed by remorse and an unrelenting desire to make amends. Their separate paths teeter on the precipice of despair, yet destiny's cruel hand intertwines their fates once more. As danger looms and hearts ache, Layla and William must defy the odds, unravel the secrets that bind them, and face the sinister forces determined to tear them apart. Amidst the storm of heartache, they discover the unyielding strength of love—a force that can heal the deepest wounds and triumph over the darkest of shadows. Will Layla embrace her true legacy and find the strength to forge a new destiny? Can William prove himself worthy of redemption and reclaim the love he lost? Their souls entwined, they embark on a perilous journey where the power of love becomes their guiding light.
In a world where werewolves roam, Layla's life is a haunting symphony of pain and rejection. Bullied and abused, she clings to the flickering hope of finding a fated mate who will cherish and protect her. But when her first mate, her boyfriend, publicly betrays her, Layla's shattered heart seeks solace in the arms of an enigmatic alpha named William. Their journey unfolds against William's father being who hates her and doesn't want her with his son William. But Layla's fragile spirit is already yarning for William, their relationship dances on a knife's edge, bound by secrets and doubts. Their love refuses to be extinguished. Layla discovers her true heritage as the long-lost daughter of an Alpha King. The sinister web of deception stretches far, with her uncle or stepfather's hands stained in her father's blood. With a child growing within her, Layla flees in despair, leaving William consumed by remorse and an unrelenting desire to make amends. Their separate paths teeter on the precipice of despair, yet destiny's cruel hand intertwines their fates once more. As danger looms and hearts ache, Layla and William must defy the odds, unravel the secrets that bind them, and face the sinister forces determined to tear them apart. Amidst the storm of heartache, they discover the unyielding strength of love—a force that can heal the deepest wounds and triumph over the darkest of shadows. Will Layla embrace her true legacy and find the strength to forge a new destiny? Can William prove himself worthy of redemption and reclaim the love he lost? Their souls entwined, they embark on a perilous journey where the power of love becomes their guiding light.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
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."
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
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."