"I can't deal with your games anymore. Tell me the truth about Caroline," I asked. To my surprise, Aiden's reaction was nothing like I expected. His face contorted with a cold, bitter laugh. "Oh, please. You think you're worth my time? You're just a nobody, and I'm not going to make our thing public. You're just a convenient little toy for me to use," I took a deep breath, mustering all the strength I had left, and decided to play it cool. I needed to catch him off guard and show him that I was not going to be just another pawn in his twisted games. "Is that how you see me, Aiden? Just a damn toy? Well, I've had enough of your games," Aiden looked taken aback, clearly not expecting this reaction from me. I could see the anger and frustration in his eyes, but I refused to back down. "I reject you as my mate, Aiden," I continued, my voice firm and resolute. *** In a world of werewolves and secrets, Leah conceals her pregnancy from everyone, even her mate, the popular and handsome Aiden. When she discovers her true mate is Ian, the heir to the powerful Silver Pack, their lives entwine in unexpected ways. Aiden's betrayal, Clara's support, and a three-year absence shape Leah's strength as a single mother. As Ian reenters her life, can he prove himself worthy of her love, and will their bond survive the challenges of pack politics and lingering secrets?
LEAH'S POV
I couldn't let anyone know about my secret.
The nausea was getting worse, and I could feel the color draining from my face. I clenched my fists, trying to contain the waves of pain that were washing over me.
I tried to focus on the teacher's lecture, but my mind kept drifting back to Aiden. I knew that I was way over my head, but I couldn't help it.
I prayed that nobody would notice, but my classmate, Jessica, leaned over and whispered,
"Are you okay? You look really pale."
I forced a smile, but it felt like a grimace. "I'm fine. Just a little queasy."
Her eyes widened in concern. "Do you need to go to the nurse?"
I shook my head, even as my stomach heaved again.
As I walked down the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest, I tried to keep my expression neutral. But inside, I was a mess.
The thoughts swirling in my head were like a hurricane, threatening to tear me apart. How did I let myself fall for Aiden? It was so foolish, so reckless. But now I had to face the consequences.
As I walked, I tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other, but it was like trying to walk through quicksand.
When I walked into the teacher's office, trying to keep my face expressionless, I felt a sense of despair wash over me. How did I get myself into this mess? It all started when I first laid eyes on Aiden. I had heard rumors about him, of course - that he was handsome, rich, and athletic. But seeing him in person was like a punch to the gut.
"Excuse me, Ms. Collins?" I said, my voice trembling slightly.
"Yes, Leah, what can I do for you?" Ms. Collins asked, her eyes filled with concern.
"I was wondering if I could leave school early today," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Of course, dear. Is everything alright?" Ms. Collins asked, her brow furrowed with worry.
I hesitated, unsure of what to say. I didn't want to lie, but I also didn't want to tell her the truth.
I could feel the tension building inside me, like a pressure cooker about to burst. Finally, I said, "Yes, Ms Collins. I just need to take care of some personal matters." I said hoping she won't ask further questions.
Ms. Collins nodded, but I could tell she wasn't convinced.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked, her voice gentle and caring.
I shook my head, feeling the weight of my situation pressing down on me.
"No, thank you. I'll be fine," I said, hoping I sounded more convincing than I felt.
Ms. Collins hesitated, then said, "Well, I hope everything is alright. If you need anything at all, just let me know. I'm always here to help."
I smiled and managed to say, "Thank you, Ms. Collins. I appreciate that."
I could feel Ms. Collins' eyes on my back, full of concern. I tried to walk with confidence, even though inside I felt like a jumble of nerves.
As I stepped out of the office, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding, and I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. I just wanted to go home and crawl into bed, to escape from the world for a little while. But I knew I couldn't.
I had responsibilities to take care of, things that couldn't wait. I tried to push away the exhaustion and focus on the task at hand. But the heaviness of my burden was hard to ignore.
I felt a heaviness in my steps when I walked down the hall as if my feet were weighted down by an invisible force.
My head felt foggy, and my thoughts were jumbled. I tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was hard to concentrate.
All I wanted was to be alone, to have some time to myself. But I knew that wasn't an option.
I reached my locker and fumbled with the combination, my fingers clumsy and uncoordinated.
I finally got the door open and grabbed my books, feeling the weight of them in my arms.
As I made my way to class, I tried to hold my head high and put on a brave face.
But inside, I felt like a bundle of frayed nerves, ready to snap at any moment. I just wanted to get through the day, to get through each moment until I could finally go home.
I knew that even at home, there would be no respite. The problems that awaited me there were just as daunting as the ones I faced at school.
The bell rang, and I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the upcoming class.
I sat down in my seat and tried to focus on the teacher's words, but they sounded muffled and distant.
My mind was filled with thoughts and worries, and I couldn't seem to shake them. The teacher's voice became a blur, and all I could hear was the pounding of my heart in my ears.
I tried to still my racing thoughts, to bring myself back to the present moment. But it was like trying to hold back a tsunami with a sandcastle.
"Leah?" the teacher's voice broke through the haze. "Are you with us?"
I looked up, my face flushing with embarrassment. "Sorry, I was... um... just lost in thought," I stammered, my voice trembling.
The teacher gave me a concerned look. "Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale."
I forced a smile. "I'm fine, really. Just a little tired, that's all."
The teacher nodded, but I could tell she wasn't convinced. "Well, just take it easy, okay? If you need to take a break, just let me know."
I nodded, and the teacher went back to her lecture. But I could feel her eyes on me, watching me closely. I tried to pay attention, but my mind kept wandering.
Finally, the bell rang, and I hurried out of the classroom, desperate to escape the feeling of being watched and scrutinized.
"I, Lance Mane, the future Alpha of the Silver Creek Pack, reject you Maisie Walter as my Luna," I said and she nodded looking down as if she expected. "You're a slave, the daughter of rogues, who killed a lot in our Pack, you don't deserve to be the Luna of the Pack, you don't deserve to be alive," I spat turning to leave. *** Maisie was taken as a slave of the Silver Creek Pack after her parents were burnt alive as they are tagged as rogues by the Alpha. She was mistreated much more than other slaves of the Pack and suffered a lot from her mate, the next-in-line Alpha Lance. He rejected her and slept with women in her presence as a way of torture. Lance Mane was the future Alpha of the Silver Creek Pack, he hated his mate because his mate’s parents killed his mother. But he can not avoid falling in love with his enemy’s daughter. He hid his tender heart but tortured and rejected his mate. Will Lance Mane’s hatred last or will he end up submitting to the mate bond? Can Maisie Walter escape from torture and get the chance to revenge for her parents? Read to find out.
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."