Lilith, a seemingly ordinary werewolf, has lived her life in the shadows of her powerful pack, content with her normal existence. But everything changes when she meets her betrothed, a strikingly handsome alpha named Aiden. Eager to win his affection, Lilith quickly discovers that Aiden finds her weakness detestable and rejects her with a cruel indifference. However, fate has a wicked sense of humor, and it unveils its twist at the annual Mating Ball. Aiden, driven by unforeseen desires, seduces Lilith, leading to a night of passion that awakens a fierce connection between them binding them as mates. Their forbidden tryst creates a web of secrets, binding them together in a way neither could have imagined. As the truth unravels, Lilith discovers that she hasn't been entangled with Aiden but with his enigmatic twin brother, Rendell, who had orchestrated the seduction to fulfill a dark agenda. Betrayed and heartbroken, Lilith must navigate a treacherous path of deceit, danger, and desire. What was Rendell's agenda and how will she explain to her pack that she was rejected and has bonded with a member of a rival pack?
Lilith Lockwood
My mother's voice, sharp and insistent, echoed from downstairs waking me here.
"Lilith! Wake up, dear! It's time for a new day!"
I groaned, my half-asleep mind protesting the intrusion of morning. But I couldn't ignore her call, not when she had such a commanding presence. She was the heart and soul of our family, the alpha in her own right.
Rolling out of bed, I slipped into a soft pair of slippers and padded down the creaky old staircase. At the foot of the stairs, my father sat in his armchair, engrossed in the morning newspaper. He glanced up as I approached.
"Morning, Dad," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.
"Morning, my little moonbeam," he chuckled, setting the newspaper aside. My father's fondness for nicknames was legendary in our family. "You're just in time to witness the morning show."
I raised an eyebrow in response. "Morning show? What's going on?"
Before he could answer, the air was split by another shout from my mother, this one even more ear-piercing than the first. My father and I shared an amused glance.
"That's your cue," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Time to face the morning hurricane."
I grinned and made my way into the kitchen. There, I found my mother, her fiery hair pulled back into a messy bun, wielding a wooden spoon like a weapon. She was a force to be reckoned with, even in her pajamas.
"Late as usual, Lilith, Where the hell is Damien?" she scolded with a playful glint in her eyes.
I laughed and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Morning, Mom. What's got you in such a whirlwind this early?"
She waved the wooden spoon dismissively. "Just the usual chaos of trying to get this family moving. Your father's been no help, as usual."
My father appeared in the doorway, a grin on his face. "Now, now, dear. You know I'm utterly useless before my morning coffee."
My mother and I shared a knowing look, and we couldn't help but laugh. Despite his grumbling, Dad was always ready with a smile.
Our playfully scolding banter was interrupted by the sound of my mother's laughter. She had that mischievous twinkle in her eye again as she picked up a wooden stick from the countertop.
"Now, Lilith, how about we give your father a wake-up call he won't soon forget?" she suggested, brandishing the stick.
I glanced at my father, whose eyes widened in mock terror. "You wouldn't dare"
But my mother was already lunging toward him with the stick in hand, and with a yelp, Dad leaped out of the way, the chase was on. They darted around the kitchen, laughing like teenagers as my mother gave chase and my father danced just out of her reach.
I couldn't help but join in on the fun. I grabbed another stick and playfully swatted at my father's retreating form. We ran in circles around the kitchen, our laughter filling the room.
Just as we were all thoroughly winded and my mother declared a truce, my brother Damien walked into the kitchen, his tousled hair and sleepy grin revealing that he had just woken up. He shook his head at the sight of our family antics, a fond smile playing on his lips.
"Morning, Damien," I greeted him as I took a seat at the kitchen table.
He grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and took a leisurely bite. "You guys never change, do you?"
"We're creatures of habit," Dad replied with a wink.
My mother, stick still in hand, sighed with exaggerated drama. "And proud of it!"
We all laughed.
Damien, now seated at the table, continued to nibble on his apple as he turned his attention to me. His eyes, the same shade of deep blue as mine, sparkled with curiosity.
"You know, Lilith, your birthday and graduation are coming up next week," he said, his voice thoughtful.
I nodded, though the prospect didn't excite me as much as it did others. "Yeah, they are. But honestly, Damien, it's not a big deal. Just another day."
He arched an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Come on, Lilith, it's a milestone. You'll officially be an adult in our pack, and you'll have your whole life ahead of you."
I shrugged "I guess so. But you know me, Damien. I've never been one for big celebrations or pomp and circumstance."
He leaned closer, his expression gentle. "Lilith, I know you're not one for grand gestures, but Imma throw you a part-ayy"
I sighed, feeling a hint of guilt for not sharing his enthusiasm. "I appreciate that, Damien. I really do. But I think I'd be happier just spending the day doing what I love."
Damien's eyes softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on mine. "And what's that, sis?"
I smiled, my heart warming at his understanding. "Well, you know how I love running in my wolf form. Maybe I'll spend the day in the forest, just me and the moonlight. It's where I feel most at peace."
He nodded. "That sounds perfect, Lilith. It's your day, after all. You should do what makes you happy."
My mother, having overheard our conversation, chimed in with a soft smile. "He's right, Lilith. Your happiness is what matters most to us."
I felt a surge of love for my family. "Thanks, Mom, Dad, Damien. You guys are the best." I spoke.
"Well, what's for breakfast Mami?" I asked as my stomach growled.
"Bacon, toast and eggs" She said and advanced to the kitchen to get our breakfast.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
Everyone thought Lorenzo truly loved Gracie, until the day of their daughter’s heart surgery. To Gracie’s utter shock, Lorenzo gave the precious organ needed by their child to another woman. Devastated, Gracie opted for a divorce. Fueled by her need for revenge, Gracie joined hands with Lorenzo’s uncle, Waylon, and orchestrated Lorenzo’s downfall. In the end, Lorenzo was left with nothing and consumed by remorse. He pleaded for a reconciliation. Gracie thought she was free to move on with her life, but Waylon held her back in a death grip. “Did you think you can just walk out on me?”
Jane Roberts has been married to the love of her life for two years and just when she thinks they're going to start a family, he divorces her and kicks her to the curb. Hurt and broken, Jane discovers that Marcus had actually been cheating on her with her cousin, Abigail and she had only been his means to an end. Enraged, Jane is determined to get her revenge, but without money and connections, Marcus will never be taken down. Just as she is about to give up all hope, Caleb Lockwood reaches out to her and agrees to help her but she has to get married to him first and their marriage needs to be kept a secret. Jane agrees to it, but will she and Caleb be able to dispute the pools of sparks and passion that threatens to consume their printed marriage? And what will happen when Marcus discovers their marriage and will stop at nothing to destroy their union and win his love back?
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
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."
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”