Sold to the Alpha King to settle her father's debt, Anya found herself not just a slave, but bestowed with the unexpected title of Luna. Hatred burned in the eyes of her packmates, yet a flicker of something else in the Alpha King's gaze hinted at a hidden tenderness. Anya, burdened by a past she can't escape, must navigate a treacherous world filled with jealousy, betrayal, and the constant threat of rivals vying for the Alpha's position and her newfound title. Can Anya rise above her underdog status, embrace her true self, and claim not just the pack's respect, but the Alpha King's heart? Will she survive the dangers that lurk within the shadows and ultimately prove worthy of being his Luna?
"Are you sure about this, Anya?" he rasped, his voice hoarse with emotion.
Anya forced a smile, though it felt brittle on her lips. "We have no choice, Father. The debt to that loan shark..."
She trailed off, the chilling memory of Boris Ivanov's greasy smile and predatory gaze sending a shiver down her spine. Her father, a talented carpenter, had fallen into the clutches of the ruthless moneylender, and Anya was the only bargaining chip they had left.
The carriage lurched to a halt, and a cloaked figure emerged from the dense forest bordering the road. Anya's breath hitched as she recognized the insignia stitched onto the figure's cloak – a silver wolf howling at the moon. A werewolf.
"Gregor Petrova?" the figure rasped, his voice distorted by a hood pulled low over his face.
Gregor nodded, his hand tightening around Anya's. "He is here."
Anya felt a surge of panic. Werewolves were creatures of myth and nightmare, whispered about in hushed tones around the village well. Now, she stood face-to-face with one, her future hanging by a thread.
The figure gestured towards the carriage. "Leave everything except the girl. You will not be needed."
Anya's heart hammered against her ribs. "Father?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Gregor's eyes welled up. "Stay strong, Anya. May the moon guide you." With a final, lingering touch on her hand, he stepped out of the carriage and disappeared into the shadows with the cloaked figure.
Alone and terrified, Anya watched as the carriage lurched forward, leaving her stranded on a deserted forest path. The moon, a pale sliver in the night sky, did little to pierce the oppressive darkness of the towering trees. Tears stung her eyes, but she quickly blinked them back. She had to be strong.
Suddenly, a deep growl echoed through the stillness. Anya whirled around, her heart pounding against her ribs. Two glowing orbs emerged from the undergrowth, growing closer with each passing second. A monstrous wolf, its fur the color of midnight, emerged into the clearing.
Anya screamed, her voice swallowed by the night. But the creature did not attack. Instead, it tilted its head, its eyes gleaming with an unsettling intelligence. As Anya watched, mesmerized by fear, the wolf transformed. The fur receded, replaced by the imposing figure of a man, clad in black leather.
"Do not be afraid, child," the man rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly.
Anya found her voice trembling. "Who are you?"
He held out a hand, a silver wolf pendant glinting on his finger. "Viktor Volkov, Alpha King of the Moonwood Pack."
Anya's breath hitched. The Alpha King. The most powerful werewolf in the region. And she was standing before him, alone and at his mercy.
Viktor's gaze softened slightly. "You are Anya Petrova, I presume?"
Anya could only nod, her mind reeling. What did the Alpha King want with her? Why was she brought here?
"Welcome to Moonwood, Anya," Viktor said, a hint of something unreadable flickering in his eyes. "Your journey has just begun."
Anya swallowed hard, the weight of Viktor's words pressing down on her. "My journey?" she echoed, her voice barely a whisper. Fear and confusion swirled in her gut, a potent cocktail that threatened to make her legs buckle beneath her.
Viktor didn't answer immediately. He turned, his broad shoulders rippling beneath the leather, and strode towards a towering structure half-obscured by the forest canopy. It was a magnificent building, constructed from a dark, polished wood that seemed to absorb the moonlight rather than reflect it. The windows glowed with a warm, inviting light, offering a stark contrast to the chilling atmosphere of the forest.
Anya hesitated before following him. Part of her wanted to run, to flee back to the road and seek the dubious safety of the moneylender's clutches. But the memory of her father's stoic acceptance stayed her. He had sent her here for a reason, and Anya, despite her fear, was determined to see it through.
She squared her shoulders and took a tentative step forward. The forest floor crunched beneath her worn leather boots, the sound echoing in the silent night. With each step, her anxiety intensified. What awaited her within those looming walls? A life of servitude? Or something far more sinister?
As Anya reached the building, Viktor paused at the massive, ornately carved wooden doors. He turned and met her gaze, his face unreadable in the dim moonlight. "This is your new home, Anya," he said curtly, pushing the doors open to reveal a bustling scene.
Anya gasped. The interior of the building was a stark contrast to its dark exterior. The room was vast, with high ceilings that disappeared into the shadows and a sprawling hearth at its center, crackling with a warm, inviting fire. Around the fire, a motley crew of people congregated – some burly men with scars etched into their faces, others lithe and graceful with a predatory glint in their eyes. And some, like Anya, seemed oddly out of place – nervous and apprehensive.
Anya's eyes darted across the room, her gaze landing on a woman perched on a raised platform at the far end. She was older, perhaps in her late sixties, with silver streaks weaving through her long black hair. Her eyes, however, were the most striking feature – wise and knowing, holding the weight of countless moons. As their eyes met, the woman offered a small, knowing smile that did little to alleviate Anya's anxiety.
Viktor gestured towards the woman. "Elara," he addressed her, his voice holding a hint of respect, "This is Anya Petrova."
Elara rose from her seat, her movements surprisingly agile for her age. She moved towards Anya, her every step measured and deliberate. When she reached Anya, she extended a weathered hand. "Welcome, child," she said, her voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos of emotions swirling within Anya. "May your time with us be filled with growth and understanding."
Anya took Elara's hand hesitantly, the warmth that radiated from it a touchstone in the unsettling strangeness of her new surroundings. "I... I don't understand," Anya stammered. "Why am I here?"
Elara's smile deepened, but her eyes held a flicker of sadness. "That, child, is a story for another time." Her gaze swept across the room, landing on a young woman with fiery red hair braided tightly around her head. The woman, noticing Elara's attention, approached them quickly.
"Elara," she said, her voice laced with urgency. "There's been a development. The scouts report unusual activity near the northern border." She glanced towards Anya, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Who is this?"
Viktor cleared his throat before answering. "This is Anya Petrova. She arrives under... special circumstances."
The redhead raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched across her face. "Special circumstances? Or a liability?"
Anya bristled, a spark of defiance igniting within her. She may be alone and afraid, but she wouldn't allow herself to be treated with such disrespect.
"I may not understand what's happening," Anya said, her voice ringing with newfound confidence, "but I'm not helpless. I can learn. I can contribute."
The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on Anya. Her unexpected outburst had momentarily shifted the dynamic. For a tense moment, even Viktor seemed surprised by her defiance.
Anya's voice hung heavy in the air, a challenge thrown into the tense silence. The fiery-haired woman, whose name Anya learned was Nadia, snorted. "Contribute? A human girl with nothing but fear in her eyes?"
Anya met Nadia's gaze head-on, her chin held high. "Fear, yes. But also determination. I can learn, I can adapt. I won't be a burden."
Viktor's lips twitched into a slight smile, the first hint of amusement Anya had seen from him. "We shall see, Anya Petrova," he rumbled. "Elara, take her under your wing. Show her the ways of the pack."
Elara nodded, her smile deepening. "Come, child," she said, her voice a soothing balm. She led Anya away from the watchful eyes of the others, their path taking them deeper into the heart of the bustling room.
As they walked, Anya stole glances at the people around her. Some, like Nadia, wore expressions of suspicion and disdain. Others, like a burly man with a thick beard and a missing ear, seemed curious, watching them pass with a neutral gaze. A young girl, no older than twelve, with bright eyes and a mop of unruly brown hair, shyly offered Anya a small, hesitant smile. Anya returned the smile, a flicker of warmth blossoming in her chest. Perhaps, amidst this pack of wary wolves, there would be an ally or two.
Elara led Anya to a quieter corner of the room, where a roaring fire cast flickering shadows on the walls. Anya sat down on a large, cushioned bench, her muscles protesting slightly at the unfamiliar comfort.
"You must be overwhelmed," Elara said, settling onto the bench beside Anya. "Being ripped from your life and brought to a place like this... it's enough to shake anyone's spirit."
Anya nodded, her throat tightening. "I don't understand. Why am I here?"
Elara's gaze softened, and for a moment, Anya saw a flicker of something akin to pity in her eyes. "There's much you don't know, child. But know this – your arrival wasn't an accident. You were brought here for a reason."
"What reason?" Anya pressed, her curiosity warring with her fear.
Elara sighed. "That, child, is a story for another time. There are things... complications, let's say, that prevent a full explanation right now." She reached out and placed a gentle hand on Anya's arm. "For now, you need to focus on learning, on adapting to your new life. Viktor has entrusted me with your care, and I assure you, you will be safe here."
Anya wasn't sure if she entirely believed Elara's words, but the woman's touch did offer a strange sense of comfort. Taking a deep breath, Anya decided to focus on the present. "What can I learn? What are my duties here?"
Elara smiled. "There's much to learn – the history of the pack, the ways of the wolves, the delicate balance between man and beast. As for duties, well, we'll see what talents you possess. Perhaps you have a knack for healing, or an aptitude for crafting. We shall find out in time." She rose from the bench, her movements graceful despite her age. "For now, I suggest you get some rest. Tomorrow will be a new day, filled with new experiences."
Eden has a lot to deal with: her job, taking care of her sick brother, and not having any savings. Then, a very rich man offers her a lot of money to pretend to be engaged to him. She agrees, even though the man, Damon, is very cold and distant. But as they spend time together, they start to like each other. And then, Eden finds out she's going to have a baby. When Damon learns about the baby, their fake engagement falls apart. Secrets come out, including a big betrayal by Damon's stepmother. Can Eden prove she's telling the truth, handle all the drama of high society, and maybe even find real love with the man who paid her to pretend?
Valerie Alan was a nobody when she married the enigmatic billionaire, only to be discarded like yesterday's news. Years later, she returns with a secret weapon – a child he never knew existed. A ruthless bargain forces them into a contract marriage, but this time, the stakes are higher. Can Valerie navigate the treacherous world of wealth and deception, or will she fall victim to his games once more?
Andrew Tate, who Is a play boy and a billionaire meets heart broken Kaira Jones who just came to drown her sorrows in a bottle of Vodka at the party,they meet for the first time at a birthday party and they were really attracted to each other which leads to a passionate and romantic kiss but it ends in a tragic way and they never meet again until life decides to bring them together in a very funny way, Andrew turns out to be the owner of the Company she was applying for, and it gets more funny when he proposes a contract marriage, would Kaira fall in love with him along the line?would she be able to love him with his flaws and the dark secret he has? Find out all you need to know in this novel.
One reckless night, architect Elle Wilder encounters an alpha she never expected: Lucian Thorne, billionaire mogul with a moonlit secret. A surprise pregnancy thrusts them into a world of hidden identities and ancient desires. As whispers of the Silvermoon Pack swirl, Lucian must shield his pack while deciphering Elle's past. She, in turn, grapples with a newfound power and the undeniable pull towards the man who changed everything. Elle must confront her own hidden power and navigate the treacherous world of the Silvermoon Pack, choosing between her fiercely independent spirit and the undeniable pull of her child's father. Lucian, torn between duty and desire, must protect his secret while deciphering the mysteries surrounding Elle and the prophecy that binds them. Will their forbidden love blossom under the moonlit sky, or will betrayal, suspicion, and ancient shadows tear them apart? In this thrilling tale of passion, danger, and an unexpected family, Elle and Lucian must embrace their destinies and choose between control and the wild song of their werewolf hearts.
Luna, scorned by the Alpha, exiled from her pack, bears the whispers of betrayal like scars. But whispers of another kind stir within her – whispers of power dormant in the blood of rejected mates, a legacy waiting to be claimed. Torn between doubt and defiance, loyalty and betrayal, Luna embarks on a perilous journey. She faces a monstrous entity lurking in the forest's depths, unravels a web of deceit within the pack, and confronts the whispers that twist memories and fuel her own shadows. But with each moonlit step, Luna's power awakens. The whispers become a chorus of defiance, her claws a conduit of lunar energy. Her rejected mate status, once a mark of shame, becomes the source of her greatest strength. When monstrous shadows devour the forbidden forest and darkness claws at the heart of her pack, Luna must choose. Will she succumb to the whispers of vengeance, forged in the crucible of rejection? Or will she embrace the moonlit power within, rising as the Moonborn leader, not despite the rejection, but empowered by it? In this thrilling tale of second chances and hidden legacies, Luna, the Alpha's rejected mate, will rewrite her destiny. She will dance with shadows, face betrayal, and claim her rightful place under the fractured moon, leading her pack into a dawn brighter than any prophecy foretold. Prepare for a journey where moonlight clashes with darkness, whispers ignite power, and a rejected mate becomes the unlikely savior of her own pack. Welcome to the rise of the Alpha's rejected mate.
Alice grew up with her adopted family. They were a pair of human servants who came from a long life of servants that have served Adam's Forefathers. After Adam became the Alpha, he was given Alice to become his mate. He refuted the union because she was a weak human. Alice after hearing this was heartbroken as she had strong feelings for the leader of the pack, thus she decides to take her life. After learning that Alice was missing, Adam became riddled with guilt and he decides to search for her not giving up until he finds her. Alice wakes up in a castle, she was saved by the Lycan king, the most powerful werewolf in the world. But there was more to him. He reveals to Alice that he is her biological father and that she is indeed a werewolf. One with a strong blood.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
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.
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”