Faye was an orphan who found her biological mother just before her 18th birthday. She will live in the same pack as her mother's two stepsons, Liam and Leander. Coincidentally, Leander turned out to be a fated mate for Faye. Attracted by mate bond, Leander sneaks into Faye's room at night after she goes to bed... "Come on, Leander." The man's hand paused. No, the man tonight is not Leander. Meanwhile, the other stepbrother, Liam, is getting weirder and weirder with Faye, and it looks like there's a mysterious pack behind his abnormality... Can Faye fix her problems with Liam? How would her relationship with her two stepbrothers develop? What other adventures await them?
Faye's POV
I looked out of the airplane window. Below the white clouds, the endless coastline sparkled like silk in the sunlight. That's where I was about to land, a warm and leisurely paced city.
Before I departed, the Headmistress of the orphanage told me, "You'll surely love everything about this place, Faye. There's sunshine, a coastline, citrus trees, and most importantly, your mother and her new home."
Indeed, my mother lived here, in the largest werewolf pack in Santan State - the Silver Moon Pack. She was the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack.
While the plane was taxiing down the runway, my heart also surged with emotions. I was about to meet my mother, and nervousness began to creep in.
This was the closest time I had been to the concept of "home" in my 17 years. Although I always referred to the friends and teachers at the orphanage as my family, over the years, my "home" had been constantly changing. When I was young, I witnessed my friends being found by their biological parents, and some were adopted as the "lucky ones" to be taken in by new families, starting their new lives. The teachers who cared for us were also changing - some left the orphanage, others retired due to age. In general, the orphanage was a place of constant change.
The fear and disappointment of change and loss reached a peak this year, the summer before my 18th birthday.
Throughout my academic years, my grades have always been good. This summer, I finally received an offer letter from a university. But there was a problem. I needed money to pay for my tuition. And I didn't have much money. In other words, I was quite poor.
I dug out the piggy bank I had been collecting since childhood, searched through all my physical books, and surprisingly found several bills of varying amounts. I also retrieved all my bank cards from different bags. In the end, I realized my total assets were $3812.68.
And taking into account my daily expenses at college, this money was far from enough. Anxiety and turmoil started to build up within me. On one hand, I wanted to continue my education, but on the other hand, this money was a collection of rewards I received at the orphanage and money I earned from part-time jobs during the holidays. At that moment, I was acting like the miser Harpagon, trying to distribute my entire wealth to maximize its use. Yet, I was still disheartened by the realization that the money just wasn't enough.
My second thought was to seek help from Headmistress Annie. She always told us that we could come to her with any difficulties. I believed she would help me.
I carefully put away my piggy bank, paper money, and bank cards, then went to find Annie in her office.
The office door was ajar. I walked to the entrance and heard someone arguing with Annie.
"Annie, I have three kids to support. The wages here are too low. Can you consider giving me a pay raise?" It was Susan, the teacher in charge of the younger age group!
Annie sighed, and then I heard the sound of her using a calculator.
"Susan, look! These are this month's expenses for the orphanage. The perimeter fence needs repairs, or it could be dangerous. The children's food, clothes, medical checkups, and your salaries... I really don't have much money left..."
Susan's voice sounded angry, disappointed, and mostly resigned. "Well then, Annie, I might have to consider finding a new job. I love the children here, but I can't ignore my own children, sorry."
The office fell into silence. Just as I thought they had noticed me, Annie spoke softly, "Susan, if you've truly made up your mind, I agree to your resignation."
Her voice sounded tired and weary.
I didn't enter the office; instead, I turned back to my dormitory.
I took out my offer letter from the drawer and stared at the thin piece of paper. I don't know how long it took, maybe just a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity of inner struggle.
I made up my mind and started tearing the offer letter up. I tore it in half first, then tore the halves into quarters.
I choked up. In my blurry vision, I saw tears drop onto the torn pieces of my offer letter, and finally, I burst into tears.
Everyone was dealing with their own difficult lives. Susan, Headmistress Annie. They faced challenges, and no one could help me in my life except myself.
Now my offer letter had turned into pieces of scrap paper, which meant I had no university to attend. Well, fuck university! I wiped my tears and, as an almost-adult she-wolf, I had to rely on myself. I believed I could take care of myself. I would work, earn money, and then start my new life with plenty of savings to go back to university.
Now, the first challenge before me wasn't about how to go to university, but rather, how to earn money? Honestly, this wasn't a particularly difficult thing for me, as I had a lot of experience working part-time during summers. However, the point now was that I needed a job that could sustain me in the long term.
I reflected on the part-time jobs I had done in the past few years. Convenience store clerk – oh, that was so boring. Restaurant server – no, there were too many unreasonable customers there! The best option I could think of was to work at Uncle Simon's café. Uncle Simon was a good person. He had been a longtime friend of our orphanage. When I was very young, he cared a lot about us. To earn some pocket money, I used to work at his café frequently. Uncle Simon often praised me for making good coffee and he said having me around saved him from hiring two more part-timers.
When I told him about my decision, he was surprised that I was giving up on going to university. He offered to sponsor me, but I politely declined. Uncle Simon had heart problems, and I knew he spent a lot on medical bills each year. I couldn't add to his burden.
Besides, I didn't tell him that I had torn up my offer letter. I didn't have a second chance unless I managed to earn enough money within a few years. I suggested that I wanted to work at his café. Uncle Simon agreed, and I smoothly became an intern barista at Simon's Café.
The café job was very scheduled, which was relaxing and enjoyable for me. I loved the process of making coffee. Sometimes, I would be happy for half an hour just because I managed to create an intricate pattern on a customer's coffee.
I also had to occasionally organize the shelves, like I was doing now. I was dealing with some expired coffee beans, and then I'd move the fresh ones onto the shelves, and so on. This job is somewhat challenging for me now, as lifting a sack of coffee beans was tough. I didn't have my wolf yet, so my strength wasn't much better than that of a regular human girl.
Apart from me, the other regular baristas were busy at the front counter, and I didn't intend to ask for their help. I first tried to move the bag of coffee beans to beneath the shelf. I exerted all my strength, bent down, and lifted the whole bag of beans off the ground.
It was really heavy, much heavier than I anticipated. It almost slipped from my hands. Quickly, I lifted one leg and used my knee to support the bag, then gritting my teeth, I hoisted the bag up to my chest. I panted, making sure the bag of coffee beans maintained a delicate balance in my hands. I needed to place it on the second shelf.
The second shelf was slightly above my head. Oh god! I was 5.57 inches tall, not short by any means, but who in the world designed shelves like this? I took a deep breath and exerted force again, attempting to lift the bag to the height of my head. Suddenly, the pocket next to my thigh vibrated, emitting an annoying ringing sound. I was startled, and then something unexpected happened.
The bag was about to slam into my face. I was going to be buried in coffee beans.
"Watch out!"
A man's exclamation came from behind me, followed by two strong arms enveloping me from behind, trying to help lift the bag. But it was too late. The bag of coffee beans fiercely collided with me.
I was so frightened that I forgot to scream, and I stumbled backwards. The man moved incredibly fast, turning around to tightly embrace me, using his back to take the weight of the coffee beans.
"Ugh..." I heard a muffled groan.
"Are you okay?" I asked with a trembling voice. Was he hurt?
The man in front of me moved his head slightly to the side, and his coarse hair brushed against my face. Both of our necks were sweaty, and our bodies emitted heat. We were breathing heavily, like two chestnuts roasted in the fire, on the brink of bursting.
Then he lifted his head. I saw a pair of deep blue eyes, captivating and enchanting. His features were as delicate as ancient Greek sculptures. My chest was still heaving heavily, but at that moment, I was captivated.
He gave a slight shake of his head, and I snapped back to reality. "Oh, I'm fine... Are you okay?"
He chuckled lightly, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. "I'm fine too!"
He was the first to stand up. The warmth that had been above me suddenly disappeared, and I even felt a bit disappointed and regretful, as if the closeness hadn't been enough.
He reached out a hand toward me, who was still lying on the ground, and I placed my hand in his palm, just like holding the hand of a knight who had saved me. His hand was large, almost enveloping mine completely. His palm was dry and warm, his fingers long and calloused.
Using his strength, I managed to stand up and patted the dirt off my clothes. The man said, "Your colleague is coming, so I'll be on my way. Be careful next time, and you can always ask someone for help."
I felt a bit embarrassed and mumbled in a low voice, "I used to handle this on my own."
I didn't want him to think I was weak!
He was about to say something else when Uncle Simon rushed over. "Sweetheart, what happened here? Are you both alright?"
"Uncle Simon, I'm okay. It's just that some coffee beans spilled..."
"Your coworker is here, so I'll leave now. Just be safe during work." The man winked at me and left. I watched his departing figure, regretting not thanking him properly.
Uncle Simon gently scolded me in a mild tone, but he helped me gather the scattered coffee beans and advised me to ask the male baristas for help with moving the coffee beans in the future.
I tidied up the remaining coffee beans. Sitting in a squat made my lower back ache a bit. I rubbed my lower back, stood up with a sigh, and headed to the café entrance for some fresh air.
As I pushed the door open, the man who had rescued me walked past me.
He looked completely different from before. He wasn't wearing sporty casual clothes anymore. Now, he was dressed in a dark suit, emanating an air of dominance and coldness. His hairstyle had changed too, appearing more mature than before.
"Hey, you..."
I couldn't help but call out to him.
The man turned to glance at me from the side. His gaze behind the glasses seemed unfamiliar and quizzical.
I stood there puzzled, not knowing what to say. He didn't pay me any attention, held a cup of coffee, and walked away.
Could they be twins?
Charles' breath quickened, and his movements became more urgent. "I'm close," he gasped in my ear, his voice breaking between moans. My own pleasure surged, and I couldn't hold back the scream that tore from my throat. A wave of electric tingles swept through me, my temples throbbed, and the world around me faded into white... Every pore on my body felt wide open, heat radiating from me in waves. It was surreal, as if I were in a dream, feeling everything but grasping none of it... I could hardly believe it-I had married this man, the infamous Alpha of the Black Valley Pack, Charles McLean, and I had just slept with him. But there was no love between us. We weren't fated mates. Since his first shift at eighteen, Charles McLean had never found his fated mate. And after one engagement after another, each of his fiancées had died under mysterious circumstances. Rumor had it that he wore a mask to conceal his hideous face and that he was a cruel, violent man who would kill without hesitation. People whispered that he had murdered his previous fiancées. His last fiancée-my sister-was terrified of him. Horrified by the stories, she had vehemently refused to marry him. And just before the wedding, she found her fated mate. So, without warning or preparation, I was forced to take her place, pushed into marrying Charles in her stead, to stand as his wife in name only and the unacknowledged Luna of the Black Valley Pack...
When I turned 18, my mother married my stepfather, a retired mafia kingpin, and I moved with her into a luxurious mansion. Just when I thought my life was heading toward happiness, my stepbrother, the new mafia boss, stormed into my life. He was like a devil, with delicate eyebrows, a high, sharp nose, and lips that were always tightly pressed together beneath a cold expression. Every time our eyes met, I felt a chill run through me, making it hard to breathe. I tried my best to avoid him, but he had no intention of letting me go. "My stepsister, from the moment I first saw you, I knew I couldn't let you go. You can't escape-you're destined to be mine." I stared into his possessive eyes as his body pressed down on mine. "No, you're my stepbrother, we can't......"
My life completely fell apart when I turned 18. My father's beta killed my family, took control of our pack, and replaced my father as the leader. "Survive, Emilia," were my mother's last words to me as I became his slave. To disgrace my family, the traitors made me serve guests at a banquet and shot at me. Just when I thought I was going to die, a man stood in front of me. He exuded the strongest ALPHA aura and looked at me with dangerous eyes, saying something that made me tremble: "I want this woman." Who was he? Why did he want me? Why were his eyes filled with desire and hatred when he looked at me? "Emilia, you must atone for your father's sins," he said as he tied me to the bed, pinning me down. I felt like this time, I wouldn't be able to escape.
Married for four years, Emily remained childless. A hospital diagnosis plunged her life into hell. Unable to conceive? But her husband was rarely home during these four years, so how could she get pregnant? Emily and her billionaire husband were in a contractual marriage; she had hoped to win his love through effort. However, when her husband appeared with a pregnant woman, she despaired. After being kicked out, homeless Emily was taken in by a mysterious billionaire. Who was he? How did he know Emily? More importantly, Emily was pregnant.
At a party, everyone sees Claire's joke. His fiance, chosen mate, walks past her with the ring and gets down on one knee in front of her stepsister. What the hell is going on here? "Joe and I are together now. Because we are each other's fated mates." Her stepsister said triumphantly. "We know you're hurting, but Cathy is your sister. You should bless them. Your sister will be the next luna, not you." Said her father coldly. In an instant, she changed from a happy girl to a poor person who had been abandoned and betrayed. "How dare you do this to me?" Desperate, she looked up and saw Prince Louis, who was also at the party. Although appealing directly to a member of the royal family would have been punishable, Claire had no choice. "Your Highness, I beg you to do justice and disinherit them. I claim my right." The crowd held their breath as they watched the murderous prince rumored to have killed his brother. He approached me with a dark look. I closed my eyes and waited for my punishment. But I felt big hands around my waist. He buried his head in my neck, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice. "You are a very smart and brave girl. I can help you, but I want something else in return." I ran into a hug, his scent all around me. I didn't know, until this moment, that I was in even bigger trouble.
1. Everyone knows that the most powerful alpha in the werewolf world is Harrison. There are many legends about him. One of the most mysterious things is that he never announced his Luna. For six years, he hadn't talked about his mate, and no woman could get near him. 2. Six years later, Kayla. returned to the city where she lived. In one encounter, Harrison, with red eyes and a hoarse voice, pressed her against the wall and said, “Do you think your tears still work for me?” Kayla looked down and did not speak. Suddenly a crisp child's voice sounded. “Mommy, what are you doing here?” Looking at the little girl, his pupils constricted. “Is this your daughter?” He asked. 3. “So you broke up with the father? He got you and dumped you and your daughter?” Harrison threw his cigar into the ashtray, the corners of his mouth twitching with anger. “Tell me who the father is and I'll make him pay.” Kayla looked at the man she had missed for six years. She didn't know how to tell her that he was the father.
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
To exact revenge on her treacherous fiancé, Yvonne enticed Clayton into a liaison that promised advantages for both. Yet, when Yvonne spotted a woman resembling her at Clayton’s side, she recognized she was nothing more than a substitute. Discovering Clayton’s upcoming wedding, she departed with a generous severance sum. “Clayton, this is truly the end,” she declared resolutely. On the very day Yvonne was set to marry someone else, Clayton showed up, desperation clear in his eyes as he dropped to his knees. “Yvonne, please, don’t go through with it. Don’t marry him.”
"'You shattered my heart into a million pieces, and now you're asking me to pick them up? You crushed my trust, and now you want me to hand it back to you? I'm still finding pieces of myself in the ruins you left behind. How can I give you another chance when I'm still rebuilding myself from the last one? I'd rather drown in my tears than drown in your love." Amy Snapped at Ryan. Cheated upon by her fiancee with her step sister, heartbroken Amy Carter found herself in a club where she drank herself into a stupor, leading to a one night stand with an unknown stranger. Pregnant and chased out of the house with nowhere to go, her life went downhill. Amy left the country to avoid further humiliation, promising to do just anything to nurture the kid in her stomach. However, she came back with her twin after six years. Finally, Billionaire Redford who had been in search of her, his one next stand from years ago, saw his chance to be with her and claim his children. Will Amy agree to the rekindling and find happiness from the one night of mistake and settle for the stranger she had one night stand with? Or do you think her ex boyfriend will win her over again after betraying her with her step sister? Read and find out....
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Rena, forced to flee to escape a marriage to a man as old as her father, made a spontaneous decision to marry Kellan, a stranger whose skills in homemaking were only matched by his financial acumen and his gentle demeanor. As their marriage unfolded, it took on a comforting predictability, with Kellan consistently showing himself to be reliable in every emergency. This sense of security crumbled when Rena uncovered Kellan’s true identity and the hidden motives behind their union. Enraged, she initiated a divorce and disappeared. Yet, it was not long before Kellan found her once again...