What is not well known is that the heroine is not an ordinary Wolf, she is a very rare gray Wolf. General Wolf pack only pure white or pure black Wolf, people have never seen the gray, she knows his true identity is dangerous, must stay away from dangerous men, so intend to refuse him, later found that the male master has a close girlfriend two, she intends to refuse the male master, the male master decisive wall dong, tell a secret: I know you are a gray Wolf, I am also a gray Wolf.
Scanning through the rows of students, I couldn't find a single empty seat. After making awkward eye contact with many of the students, I lower my gaze down to the floor instead.
"Rosalina Paisley, am I right?" I tilt my head up as a nod toward my new English teacher.
I never did like the first days, especially when it was my first day at a new school and new pack. All that attention was stabbing me with anxiety.
My mother just had to drag both my sister and me with her to this pack, forcing us to leave our old life behind.
She excused it as a chance to start fresh, although I never did mind our old pack. The only one who really needed a fresh break was my mother.
After all her mates, my father had died.
I wanted to be angry at her for making us leave our lives and start a new one, but I just couldn't. My heart broke when I thought of the pain she had endured when losing her mate. I was never too close with my father, it was no secret that he had never cared much for children, at least not his own. The only reason I exist is that my mother always wanted a daughter, and my younger sister was just an accident.
I still loved him though, he was after all my father.
"Would you like to say something about yourself?" the teacher asks politely.
Despite the urge to answer negatively, I smile and nod.
"Well, my name is Rosalina, but I prefer Rose. I moved here from Canada and I'm a werewolf."
I heard some boys snicker at my last comment.
"Obviously," he comments.
Ignoring him, I look down shyly. It was no secret that I was a werewolf considering the high school is one of the few designated educational institutions for wolves. Just east of Amherst, Massachusetts, Pelham was a small town full of trees and forests, bordering the Quabbin Reservoir.
It was perfect for the Silver Heart pack as their population was small, and there were lots of free land to roam through. The lake was also a bonus for swimming and hanging around.
"Go take a seat, Rosalina," my teacher, Mr. Rogers, instructed.
"It's Rose," I mumble quietly. Looking back at the class, I was stuck with the same problem. There are no empty seats left.
My peers stared at me like I was a freak with 3 eyes and 7 legs.
"You can sit here with me, baby." A boy in the fourth row said. He was pointing to his lap, and I almost shivered with disgust.
And we wonder why our generation is so messed up.
I ignored his offer and instead take a lone chair from the back and just sat desk-less.
"Playing hard to get, I like it." Again, I ignored his comment.
Hating someone on the first day, how classy of me.
The class was boring as Mr. Roger spent more time than necessary explaining how to insert "ations into an essay. Five minutes before the end of the class, Mr. Rogers came up to me and apologized for the lack of desks. He also promised me a seat with a desk for tomorrow.
As soon as the bell rang, I didn't move an inch. Everyone rushed out bumping and bouncing into each other. When the coast was finally clear, I made my way out.
I never even had the chance to make a friend. Friends are overrated anyways.
Looking at my schedule, I found I had math next. Turning the paper around, I was thankful to find a map to the school on the back. Very convenient.
"Oh hello! You must be Rosalina, come on in."
Looking up, I noticed I had reached my destination. The blonde woman in front of me stood tall with her black heels and gave me a thoughtful smile.
"That's me, but I prefer Rose."
"Of course, Rose. Well, my name is Mrs. Morgan, and I will be your math teacher. Come in, don't be shy."
There were students scattered all around the room in their seats. Unsure if they had designated seating, I just picked a random seat in the back and hoped for the best. The last thing I wanted was the extra attention from stealing someone's spot. The buzz of chattering teens grew louder and louder, giving me a slight headache.
Were people always this annoying or am I just getting old?
"Oh my gosh. He is so hot yet terrifying. I love it!" Excitement thundered around the room, making me curious.
While looking around, I caught the eye of a curly blonde. I was ready to look away before her words stopped me.
"Hey, you. Yes, you!"
She took quick strides up to me, before swiftly taking the empty seat directly in front of mine.
"I haven't seen your face around here before; you must be new." I gave her a kind smile, which she returned.
"Yes, I am new. Is it that obvious?"
I took some time to really look at her. Her blonde curls reached an inch past her shoulders, her green eyes shining under the light of the room. She was thin but had curves in all the right places. She was very beautiful, but then again it seemed that everyone at this school just came from a modeling shoot.
They all looked like goddesses, making me feel left out. I felt so plain, so ordinary with medium wavy brown hair that reached mid-chest and big dark brown eyes that would look black unless you watched the sunlight shine on them.
"Well, not exactly obvious because of the way you are acting, just your existence in general."
"Oh." That's even worse.
Seeing my reaction, her eyes widened in the realization of what she had just said.
"No! I don't mean it in a negative way, I just meant the population of the school is very small so a new face would stand out in general. Plus, everyone was warned about a new family joining the pack."
I just nodded, going back to looking around. Students still spoke excitedly about some unknown man.
"What's your name?" The girl questioned.
"Rosalina Paisley, but just call me Rose." She reached out her hand giving me a shake.
"It's nice to meet you Rose, my names Liv McLaren."
"It's nice to meet you too." Maybe I am going to make a friend today.
"Hey, what's everyone talking about?" I ask, as my curiosity got the better of me.
"You mean who is everyone talking about," She smirked and slightly leaned in.
"Well, it seems that we are joining our pack with another." Her news surprised me. It was very rare that two packs joined. It usually occurred when there was no Alpha or Beta who could control the pack.
"Why?"
Giving it some thought, Liv replied, "Protection, I guess. I'm not very sure but I'm not complaining. We'd be the biggest pack in North America."
It didn't make sense. That would mean one Alpha would give up all his power, there can never be two Alphas in control of the same territory.
"Wait, so what happens to the Alphas and Betas from your pack?"
The smile on her face slowly faded. "Oh- well... Our Alpha Jake has made the choice to step down from his position."
Talk about getting downgraded.
"Who is going to be the new Alpha?" Before she could even reply, Mrs. Morgan began speaking.
"Just wait 'till tonight when we are all introduced," Liv whispers then turns back towards the board.
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.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
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. .
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."