Five years ago, a young man and a woman hugged each other tightly in a narrow car. Their bodies were bloody. The man clenched the woman's hand at this dangerous moment. "Even if I die now, I would find you in the next life. I won't forget you and leave you." This is Romain Stewart's promise, and Otylia Marguerite believed him for five years, even though she had never seen him again after she was taken away by the rescue team. Five years later, she finally saw the tall and familiar figure again. He turned out to be the president of the Stewart Ltd. He was the most prestigious figure in London, the ideal boyfriend of thousands of young girls in London. He passed by and give a glance at her. His eyes were strange and cool. Such a powerful, handsome, and intelligent man was even willing to give all, even his life, to a woman.
"You're fired," he states flatly.
"I beg your pardon?!" My voice rises in disbelief.
Several minutes earlier, I was looking out my car window, I savor the warm summer zephyr caressing my face. A rare purr from my wolf prompts a fleeting smile. These moments of contentment are seldom these days. My smile dissolves into the memory I've been desperately trying to evade - a memory that brings a twinge of pain every time it surfaces. Pushing it back, I park my car roadside and enter the local diner, quickly slipping into the role of a waitress. Then, my boss told me I was fired?
Hello???
"You heard me right," he retorts, his eyes turning steely.
"But why?" I query, still reeling.
"Your punctuality is poor, you're prone to accidents, and you're not fit for the job," he answers matter-of-factly.
"Not fit?! I just serve tables!" I protest.
"Watch your language!" he snaps back.
"Listen here, mister! I don't deserve this!" I retort.
"Irene," he sighs, adopting a softer tone.
"You need to leave," he adds, a note of regret in his voice.
'Something's off,' my wolf eyes him suspiciously.
"Alright!" I grumble, preparing to exit.
"Irene," he calls out as I head for the door.
I pivot, arching an eyebrow in question.
"An hour ago, someone called for you. You can call back if you want, they left this number," he slides a piece of paper toward me, then stands up and strides past me.
With a reluctant step, I approach the table and pick up the slip. Glancing at the number, a stab of heartache seizes me. I've committed this number to memory. It belongs to him...
I stifle a breath and dial the number, bracing myself for the voice on the other end.
"Hello?" The familiar voice echoes from the receiver.
"Hello," I manage to keep my voice steady despite the tremors within.
"Irene?!" His voice betrays surprise.
"What do you want?" I retort, my tone frosty.
"You can't speak to me like that! I'm your Alpha!" He snaps.
"Of course, Alpha. What do you want?" I grind out, barely keeping my temper in check.
"Whether you like it or not, you're still part of my pack and I won't let you leave," he says authoritatively.
"But you already have, haven't you?" I retort, my jaw clenched.
"Return tomorrow, Irene. That's an order," his Alpha command is resolute.
"No," I retort, unyielding.
"You will come back!" he roars.
My wolf instinctively wants to comply, but I wrestle with her control.
"Consider me a rogue. Oh, and I accept your rejection," I declare calmly before hanging up.
I walked out of the office, my apron left behind. Why would I linger when I had to escape before Jimmy, my ex-pack's Alpha, caught up with me?
My hatred for him was simple: he was my mate, he rejected me, yet he still clung to me. He declared I was unfit to be Luna, too weak for his strong pack. Well, he got himself a real witch for a mate, didn't he?
With a roll of my eyes, I entered my beat-up car and drove off. After five hours on the road, I pulled into a city and decided to stop at a diner for a meal.
As I entered the diner, the scent of other wolves hit me. I was on someone else's turf. I decided not to linger.
Before I could make my escape, a deep voice resonated from behind, "Mate."
I slowly pivoted to face the speaker – the most stunning man I'd ever seen. But it was impossible... He was an Alpha.
"Bring her to the mansion," he said impassively, casting me a look then walking out.
"Come on," someone grabbed me from the back and pulled me to a black car. He pushed me inside causing me to hit my head in the process. He smirked through the rearview mirror once he settled into the driver's seat.
"If you're thinking of jumping out of the window, you should know that I turned on child lock," He grinned tauntingly.
I grit my teeth together and look away.
"So, what's your name?" He asks.
I ignore him and continue to look out the window.
"The cold shoulder. I see, but it's not like it matters, you'll be dead in a few hours anyway," He stated dryly.
I gulped but made sure not to let the fear show on my face.
"I'm Kole, by the way," He said after a few minutes of silence.
I just ignored him and fiddled with my hands.
When the most mysterious Mrs. Austin showed up in New York again, it became a trending topic on social media. Mrs. Austin was charged with attempted murder by driving the car that hit her husband's lover, and she was sent to prison. Alberto Austin stood outside the prison for days, but he only got the bodies of Mrs. Austin and a baby boy. Six years later... Martha Doyle came back, but she was no longer Mrs. Austin. And she was holding a beautiful little girl's hand. When Martha met Alberto again, she was smiling. "Mr. Austin, I am married. Please behave yourself." Alberto replied, "Yes, you are married, but I'm single. So it doesn't stop me from pursuing you." Martha was speechless.
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."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
After spending a night with a strange man on the day before her wedding, Arianna left the country to start her life afresh. The 22-year-old Arianna Jason lived her life pleasing those she loved the most, without knowing that she was simply a prey being nurtured for the day of her ruin. Her life has tasted the butter pill of betrayal. She wants to give back to the world what she's got but how can she change her good, innocent personality to fit into a cruel society and world? Can her sweet nature be contaminated, or will she make it through, paddling on the right path?
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.