Mason Field became obsessed with Ayla Greenwood. And what would be a casual night turns into torment when both he and his wolf are hopelessly attracted to the girl. This wouldn't be a problem if Ayla had activated her curse, but a spell traps her wolf part, making her unpredictable and dangerous. Although he knows it is against the treaty established between humans and supernatural creatures, he intends to keep Ayla safe at all costs.
"Legend has it that in Ancient Greece, King Lycaon was fervently devoted to Zeus. He built a temple for Zeus in the city of Arcadia and, in honor of the god, performed human sacrifices. However, in violation of the sacred law of hospitality, the king sacrificed the lives of visitors to Arcadia. Zeus wanted to ascertain the truth and disguised himself as a pilgrim. Even though Lycaon's subjects suspected the visitor was a god, they invited him to a banquet and served him the flesh of their victims. Enraged, Zeus transformed Lycaon into a beast, thus giving rise to the first werewolf."
Nothing in Helltown was ordinary. That's what Ayla heard as soon as she arrived in the quiet and peaceful town chosen by her father, which, according to her mother, would help her get her life back on track. Without friends and the negative influences and distractions of a big city, Ayla had heard in the days leading up to the move that a small-town environment, with different values and some rules, would bring her back to the girl she was before Ash Daniels. Or, as they would often whisper when they didn't want her to hear, the cursed Ash.
But Ayla listened. From her upstairs bedroom, through the walls, as firewood burned in the neighboring house's fireplace and a child cried for being grounded on the street behind. She could smell the pizza box in the front yard and her mother's perfume, the same one she had used as long as she could remember. And she still felt the faint scent of death when Ash's eyes became cloudy and he passed away.
"Ayla," she heard her mother's voice and felt a gentle shake as her mother held her arm as if waking her from memories, perhaps the last ones of what she had left behind. "Come on, help me with the smaller boxes."
She silently agreed, pushing Ash out of her thoughts. She adjusted the hood of her coat over her head and grabbed a watermelon gum from her pocket. After a few hours of travel, she believed she might not be the perfect picture of the 'new girl.' However, she had the impression that the man with the pleasant voice who was talking to her father at that moment wouldn't mind that she had spent the last few nights without sleep. All she needed as soon as she got home was some coffee.
She found the sheriff handsome in his uniform, despite appearing too young for the position, with well-groomed hair, a faint dimple on his chin, and eyes the color of a storm. Tall, athletic, and with a scent that made Ayla realize she had never smelled anything like it before. It was intense, a mix of gray, blood, caramel, and something her senses didn't seem trained to identify. It was indescribable and concealed, as if something dark and cruel were lurking right there, beyond her eyes, nose, and ears. When he extended his hand to her, as she held it for a brief moment, Ayla could hear that his heart was beating normally.
"Mason Field," he smiled, his teeth white and immaculate. His mouth contorted dangerously into a half-smile, sending a shiver down Ayla's spine, much like when Ash had opened his arms on the edge of the terrace where her family lived. It was as if death were right in front of her.
"Ayla Greenwood," she replied, without a smile, only feeling the warmth of Mason's hand still tingling in hers as a warning to stay away from him.
"Ayla will be attending St. Anna High. We're all very excited about the move," Rose said, her eyes sparkling, as she adjusted her blond hair and tilted her face in a charming way, making Ayla wonder if her mother really wanted to play that ridiculous role.
"You'll like it there, miss. It's an excellent school," her voice sounded almost condescending, as if she were dealing with a child.
"I'm already starting to like it here," Aidan, Ayla's father, said. "Thank you, Sheriff, for the warm welcome."
"And don't forget, Mr. Greenwood, if you need anything, you can find me at the number I gave you," he pointed to the house on the left, "or at home."
After a heated confrontation with her husband and mistress, Brianna was pushed down to stairs. She thought she would die but when she woke up again, she realized that she traveled back two years ago, when it was not late for her to correct her path. The first thing she needed to do when she was reborn was divorce that scum. She saved from the darkest time but he lied to her and murdered her in the end. This time, she would not repeat the same mistakes anymore. She would bring the glory of her family back and make those people who betrayed her pay the price! However, in the process of climbing up to the peak of her career, she met a very intimidating and handsome man who kept on messing with her head through his bold attitude. Brianna doesn't want to be involved with another man again, for she has proven to herself that they will just drag her down, but her constant incidents with him are slowly breaking the wall she built to protect her heart. Brianna will surely choose her career over a man this time, but it's possible to choose both, right? What if he hurt her too? No! She won't risk it but. "You have to run away from me, Bree. Coz I'm done running away, I'll chase you now."
"I, Sophia Addison, of the Crescent Moon Pack, deny your rejection, Jacob Carter." I smiled triumphantly at him and he just glared at me. I can hear loud gasps and whispers throughout the place. They cannot believe that their goody-two-shoes of a senior year president is rejecting me in front of everybody. What goody-two-shoes? More like a two faced jerk! That is why, here I am, denying his rejection. Oh well, I refuse to suffer alone. So...let us both suffer together my dear mate.
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
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."
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"