In the shadowed depths of a pack that views her as an outcast, Leslie has always concealed her true self. With her rare white wolf form a secret known only to her late mother, Leslie has lived a life of hiding and silence. But when the unexpected happens, and she is mated to Jaden, the son of the Alpha, her world is upended in ways she never imagined. Once a friend, Jaden's betrayal leaves Leslie accused of a treachery she did not commit. Brutal punishment follows, and when the Luna decrees Leslie's execution for her supposed betrayal, the young wolf's fate seems sealed. Yet, as darkness closes in, Leslie's wolf, Elsie, awakens with a fierce determination to protect them both. In a daring move, Elsie reveals her true form, a majestic white wolf, breaking the promise Leslie had sworn to uphold. As the pack's secrets unravel and alliances are tested, Leslie must confront harsh truths about loyalty, love, and survival. With every choice fraught with danger, Leslie fights to reclaim her dignity and protect those she holds dear. *Mine to Protect* is a gripping tale of betrayal, strength, and the quest for identity in a world where survival means risking everything.
d a weird way of showing love.
Now, finding out that my mate was in this hellhole, I was sure he would turn out like my father. I had no choice but to run.
My sanctuary in the forest wasn't as private as I thought. I heard giggling coming my way. With nowhere to run, I tried hiding, knowing full well they would smell me. Shit! Just then, Jaden and Florence, the school queen bee, emerged, practically devouring each other.
"Flo...? Wait... wait," Jaden said. "Come out," he shouted.
I nearly peed myself. This was not how I imagined meeting my mate!
"I ld berries from the forest, and my mom, desperate to fit in, volunteered to get them, leaving me alone. Not knowing she was leaving me to the worst night of my life.
As I mopped the floor, following the Luna's orders, I noticed people surrounding me. The Luna's voice cut through the chatter. "Bark like a dog since you can never become a wolf," she commanded, her words laced with cruelty.
The Luna's cruelty was a brutal ritual I had grown accustomed to over the years. The pack had gathered, their faces a blend of curiosity and malicious delight as I was made to endure their taunts and harsh treatment. The Luna's laughter echoed around the room as she ordered me to perform degrading tasks, each command more humiliating than the last. My body was bruised, and my spirit was crushed under the weight of their scorn.
As the night dragged on, my mother finally arrived. Her face was pale, eyes wide with horror as she took in the scene. Her heart-wrenching sobs filled the room as she frantically tried to intervene.
"Please, stop this!" she pleaded with the Luna, her voice breaking. "This isn't right. She's just a child!"
by a heavy silence that seemed to mock my grief. The Luna's birthday celebration continued, but I was no longer a participant in their merriment. My heart felt hollow, a void where once there had been hope. My mother's death was a brutal reminder that in this cruel world, even the smallest glimmers of hope were destined to be extinguished.
As I knelt there, surrounded by the pack's jeering faces, the weight of my loss and the depth of my despair became all-consuming. My mother had come to rescue me, but in the end, she had paid the ultimate price. Her sacrifice was the final, devastating blow in a series of cruelties that had shaped my life. In that moment, I understood that nothing would ever change, and my world had become a place of unending darkness and pain.
The days following my mother's death were shrouded in a heavy, suffocating silence. My father's grief was palpable, a deep, unrelenting shadow that consumed him entirely. His mourning was not just for her loss but for the unspoken guilt that gnawed at his soul. In his eyes, I had become the embodiment of that guilt-the living reminder of his failure and the price paid for his negligence. In the early days of our loss, my father's sorrow had taken on a bitter edge. He could barely look at me without a flicker of resentment darkening his gaze. His voice, once filled with warmth, was now curt and laced with barely concealed anger. He blamed me for my mother's death, a conviction that had settled deep into his bones. To him, I was not just a daughter but the cause of his deepest pain.
Every glance, every harsh word, seemed to accuse me of her demise. "If only you weren't such a burden," he would mutter, his words a jagged knife to my already wounded heart. "If you had been more obedient, she would still be here." The blame was a weight he carried, an anchor that dragged him down into a sea of regret and sorrow. He never saw her as she truly was-a loving mother who had tried to protect me against the world's cruelty. Instead, he saw her loss as a direct consequence of my existence.
so knew my father's heart. He loathed me, and his hatred ran deep. I still couldn't understand how a father could despise his own child so thoroughly.
As I lay on the cold stone floor of the dungeon, every breath a painful reminder of my recent beating, I wondered how much longer I could endure this. The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional torment. My own father's indifference cut deeper than any blow the Alpha could deliver. How had my life come to this-a hated daughter, a scapegoat, a prisoner in my own pack?
It was in the middle of the night when I heard a soft whimpering echoing through the damp dungeon. Curiosity piqued, I looked through the iron bars and saw a large brown wolf approaching. Even in the dim light, I recognized him instantly. It was Jaden's wolf, Jake. He looked sorrowful, his eyes reflecting a deep sadness as he laid down on the cold stone floor outside my cell.
Jake had always been somewhat kind to me during the rare instances when I encountered Jaden in his wolf form. Despite everything, I knew it hurt him too. The mate bond inflicted pain on both of us, binding our fates together in a cruel twist. How I loathed this bond. Even after the betrayal and torture I had endured just a few hours ago, I couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for him.
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!"
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
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."
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?
"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?
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"