Reese!' My wolf's voice echoed through the distance, reaching the depths of my consciousness. But I struggled to heed his pleas. 'Reese, please stop!' His words grew louder with desperation. My body trembled with inner conflict as I fought against the overwhelming desire that gripped me. My breaths came in ragged gasps as I tried to regain control. 'We're going to harm her... we're going to harm our mate. Please, stop!' His final words pierced through the chaos before his presence vanished from my mind. A new presence began to take shape-a malevolent force demanding my mate's blood in his place. Confusion enveloped me as I grappled with this sudden transformation as though plunged into a world of darkness with a dim flicker of light urging me to escape. The sheer idea that I was about to cause her pain made a wave of anguish wash over me, and I could feel my body shattering as a result. But why was this happening to begin with? Why couldn't I stop? What I felt right now was helplessness, the kind that causes you to find yourself divided between two desires: the yearning of your wolf and the craving of the demon that lives inside of you. ----- What will happen if two wants that lead to self-destruction come into direct conflict with one another? The hybrid with royal blood and an Alpha amongst werewolves-a blend of both sexes who possesses tremendous advantages and the power to accomplish extraordinary things. However, as is common knowledge, acquiring greater power comes with a cost. And in this case, it will come at the expense of his mate!!
IRA
"Miss Beckley? Are you with us?" The sharp voice of the teacher sliced through the haze that had settled over my senses.
"Huh?" I blinked as I felt jolted from the depths of my unintended slumber. The classroom came into focus, and I realized with a pang that it was Professor Macon's physics class of all subjects.
Physics, a topic detested by many held an inexplicable allure for me. It was a realm of knowledge that captivated my mind and kindled a fire within my soul. And yet, here I was, caught in the clutches of drowsiness.
"I apologize, Mr. Macon. I'm just feeling a bit fatigued," I confessed truthfully.
Yesterday's shopping excursion with my mother had left me brimming with new clothes, an abundance that strained the limits of my wardrobe. Countless dresses and skirts adorned my closet, while shorts and T-shirts mocked the dwindling space. The weight of bags upon bags had left me wearied, draining both body and mind.
Mr. Macon nodded understandingly and resumed his discourse on Newton's laws, delving into the intricacies that made the universe dance to its unyielding rhythm.
Amongst all my teachers, Mr. Macon held a rare appreciation for the passion that fueled my pursuit of knowledge. He acknowledged not only my dedication to physics but also the efforts I poured into every other class I undertook. It was this recognition that gave me solace amidst the sea of disinterested faces.
The resonant ring of the bell declared victory over another school day.
Relief washed over me like a cool breeze after the sweltering heat as I realized it was finally time for our Warrior's training session.
As part of the Wild Claw pack-an illustrious lineage renowned for strength and vast territory-I bore the legacy of my father, leader of our fierce warriors as my guiding light.
In my childhood, I held an unwavering belief that my father was the epitome of strength. If not for the unyielding authority of the alpha, I might have believed him to be even stronger. But strength is a relative concept, susceptible to cracks and fissures under scrutiny.
With my diminutive stature, I faced countless obstacles when I first sought admittance into the ranks of the warriors. The whispers of doubt traced their way through the pack, casting their shadow upon me. Adding fuel to their skepticism was their perception of my wolf companion, Tara, who exuded neither intimidation nor prowess.
Yet, we defied expectations. Together.
Tara was a spirited and headstrong wolf. She refused to bow to anyone's command, especially our alpha's. In truth, there were times when I secretly wished he possessed power enough to tame her wild spirit. But it was precisely this connection-the unbreakable bond between us-that formed the bedrock of our relationship.
We shared a symbiotic trust, relying on instinct and intuition, each becoming an extension of the other.
Lost in these ruminations, I was jolted back to reality for the second time that day by a familiar voice intruding upon my thoughts.
"You've got to be kidding me! Ira Beckley!" Lisa's words burst forth with incredulous delight as she approached me.
"Oh please... not you too," I groaned playfully as I gathered my books, preparing for our departure.
"First Robert, then Smith, and now Macon-your reputation for mischief is spreading like wildfire," Lisa chided with a smile dancing upon her lips.
"Ah, hush now," I retorted lightly, brushing off her teasing.
Lisa chuckled lowly. She helped sling my bag over my shoulder before guiding me toward the classroom door. But our path was halted by a young first-grader named Mike before we could escape.
"Please come to the office of the teachers... Mr. Smith wishes to speak with you," he informed us earnestly before scurrying away.
"No, no, no," I groaned, my heart sinking at the unwanted summons.
Lisa's buoyant voice broke through my unease and attempted to allay my fears. "Oh, Ira, don't fret. There's nothing to fear."
I sighed before cautiously traversing the school corridors, eager to put distance between myself and the weighty discussions.
I couldn't help but marvel at Lisa's unwavering confidence, though. "You truly fear nothing," I murmured in admiration for her resilience.
She flashed a mischievous grin and her eyes sparkled with mischief. "That's because there's nothing to fear."
Her words imbue me with a fleeting sense of reassurance.
"Indeed," I muttered, offering a half-hearted smile as we made our way toward the teachers' office with apprehension tugging at my every step.
Upon entering the office, my eyes were immediately drawn to the trio of concerned faces fixed upon me. Their expressions mirrored a gravity that demanded my attention.
Mr. Smith was the first to speak. "Ira, are you feeling alright?" his voice was tinged with genuine concern.
I nodded swiftly and assured him that fatigue was the culprit behind my recent struggles. "Just a bit tired lately, but otherwise everything's fine," I affirmed earnestly.
"We sensed something amiss since this morning, which led us to summon you," Mr. Robert chimed in this time, his tone gentle yet probing.
I realized their genuine care for my well-being and hastened to explain. "It's just that yesterday's shopping trip with my mother left me drained-something I'm not particularly fond of doing. It consumed much of my time. And... there's also been a twinge of anxiety," I confessed, hoping to alleviate their mounting concerns.
Smith's gaze penetrated mine as he broached another subject. "Tomorrow marks your eighteenth birthday, am I correct?"
"Yes," I replied simply, anticipation stirring within me at the mention of this milestone.
"Ah yes! We've heard whispers of a grand celebration in honor of Miss Rebecca's eighteenth birthday. It seems your chances of finding a mate will soar amidst the gathering packs." Macon interjected.
Robert nodded in agreement. "Indeed! The festivities will attract numerous packs which will expand your prospects."
A sense of both trepidation and exhilaration coursed through me. "Yes," I responded, my voice laced with uncertainty and anticipation. However, urgency propelled me toward the exit in desperation to escape the confines of the office and its lingering questions.
"Thank you for your concern, sirs. If you'll excuse me now, I must be on my way."
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Gardenia was once the apple of her father's eye; a cherished gem within the soft confines of their mansion. However, her existence unexpectedly twisted into a tragic tale—a tragedy she could never wish upon even her greatest enemy. Forced to live in her own home as if she were a mere servant, her stepmother's scorn and stepsister's jeers became her daily lullabies. Her once-loving father turned a blind eye to her plight, his silence echoing louder than any words of comfort. The cruel twist of fate was unbearable and the constant torment led to the ultimate consequence. Life seemed to have exhausted its quota of misery for Gardenia. However, the cosmos had one more cruel trick up its celestial sleeve, as the silver lining she had been pining for after the storm proved to be an even more devastating blow. ----- "I'm sorry, Gard, but it never happened." He stood up, exposing the entire length of his naked body, except for his groin, which was concealed by the drawstring pants around his inviting waist. We did something. But now… now he simply stated that it never happened? Was this the same man who blessed my ears with lovely words and promised me a lifetime of care in his arms? How come he changed so quickly and denied everything right in front of me?
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."
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Eliana was framed by her best friend and her fiance into sleeping with a boy toy in the club and getting impregnated by him. Five years after she had given birth to twins, she returned home and worked under the Moran Group, where she met the CEO-- Maurice. Maurice was a brilliant businessman who did his job well. But in order to stay under the radar, he lived a double life. One as Maurice, and one as Preston. Fate brought the two together again, roping them in on an exciting love story. It all became more complicated when Eliana faced Preston, the man she had slept with before, once again. Now that she was being pursued by two men, how could she ever choose? When would Eliana uncover the secret of Maurice's identity? When was Maurice going to know that he already had two children of his own? How would Eliana face this man when the truth came to light one day? Come and find out.