This is not your regular werewolf story, this is more. Isabel has a power so rare that it magnifies with every emotion she has. However, she has been through so much in the last ten years. Her werewolf father abandoned her, and she had to deal with her mother's death alone. Her auntie, Rose took her in, and they had to move around a lot over the years after that tragic occurrence. Now Rose wants Isabel to stay with her in the town she left ten years ago. When she arrives, everything comes to light. Secrets long buried rise to the surface, and she's faced with the irresistible Alpha Mark, her fated mate. Will Isabel's fragile control shatter under the weight of her emotions, or will she harness her power to reclaim her destiny?
Isabel
I stepped off the train, and the scorching sun beat down on me, radiating off the platform's worn pavement. "The weather here is boiling," I thought to myself.
The air was heavy, devoid of even a whisper of breeze as I struggled to breathe in a good source of oxygen. I wish I was back home or at least in the comfort of the many places I'd temporarily been calling home lately.
I retrieved my suitcase from the luggage rack, passing by fellow passengers who had stared at me for a few seconds before giving a hint of glumness. I gave my best smile, grabbed my suitcase, and turned away, rushing to escape the heat. I walked along and headed into the train station's old-fashioned clock tower. It's smaller than I remember, but it provided a little shade from the scorching sun, offering little respite.
I scanned the crowded platform, searching for my aunt's familiar face. We had arranged to meet here, but the sea of strangers made my stomach twist with anxiety.
My life had been a blur of constant relocation. I moved around a lot, and I mean a lot. But with my mother, who was around for the first part of my life, it felt like an adventure; after her passing, it became an escape. My auntie, along with her mate and daughter, had taken me in, but we'd kept moving around more, mainly to get away from whoever.
Looking around the station for my auntie, who was very adamant about me coming back here, sweat dripped down my forehead, and I wiped it away with my sleeve. The blended cacophony of announcements and chatter from the station's speakers and passengers overwhelmed me, making my ears ring.
I wish I knew why, as this town always brings only bad and painful memories, especially with him here. His name remained unspoken, a painful reminder of abandonment. He'd left my mother and me when I was just nine years old, shattering her heart into a million pieces. I had to watch her heart break every single day, while he pursued his pack and new love, forgetting to remember even his daughter.
I seriously questioned my Auntie's motives for wanting me back here. She knew my condition as I had stated to her in the past: only life or death would bring me here, closer to him - the man who'd shattered my family. Yet, she'd settled in this town with Rose, my cousin.
A sense of foreboding settled in; this town would be my living hell. I dreaded facing the past, but Auntie's words echoed in my mind: "Come back, it's important."
"ISA, OVER HERE!" My auntie's voice pierced the station's din, and I turned right to spot her jumping up and down, waving enthusiastically as she tried to get my attention. I smiled up at her as I started walking towards her.
I walked over to her cautiously, my senses on high alert. I noticed the curious glances of the station's patrons, wondering who or what I was.
The town my auntie has moved to is a werewolf town. Few humans reside here, and my auntie told me they know about them. There were at least two packs residing on the outskirts at opposite ends. One being His pack. My auntie had warned me about the packs' presence and the humans who coexisted with them as they seemed to roam around the town freely. "This is going to be interesting being a cat shifter here." I mumbled silently to myself.
"Auntie," I said, grinning as I stepped closer to her side. I am quite aware that she hates me calling her that, as her expression changed as soon as she heard me say it, disapproving of the nickname.
"Isa, you know I hate that word so much," she said, her tone playful despite the scowl. I know she is happy to see me.
"I am sorry, Madea," I replied, smiling and pulling her into a warm hug.
"How was your journey?" She asks as she takes my backpack, relieving me of my back pain as we walk toward the exit.
"It was fine. I had to take a plane ride first, then 12 hours on the bus with a few stops along the way before taking an hour train ride. It was hectic but I didn't mind. I am pretty much used to it and I also triple-checked that I wasn't being followed," I said, scanning our surroundings again.
My gaze locked onto the taxi drivers exchanging keys, their eyes fixed on me. I sighed. "If one more person looks at us like that again, I will damn shred their esophagus out of their mouth," Swift, my tigress counterpart, snarled within me.
I am a tiger shifter; my mum was one, and so are Rose and Madea too, and we weren't accustomed to scrutiny.
"Why is everyone gawking at me?" I asked, unease creeping up my spine. Swift stirred, sensing my discomfort, and stepped forward to look around at everyone.
Madea looked around as she sensed my uneasiness and looked up at me with a smirk, "Well, It's not every day a stunning gorgeous 20-year-old arrives in town." she said, her eyes sparkling.
I chuckled. "Yeah, right, I'm sure there are plenty of beautiful girls here, but you know what I mean," I said as Swift's alertness remained.
I quickly noticed two old ladies staring at me, but once they realized that I was looking directly at them, they moved their eyes somewhere else hastily. One looks like they are mind-linking someone.
"I bet she's alerting the Alpha about the newcomer," Swift says, stretching out as she laid back down into my mind with a yawn.
Madea looked around before looking at me with curiosity, "You should be careful when Swift surfaces, your eyes change color slightly. Be cautious." she said in a whisper, trying to ensure that no one could hear her.
"We will talk more in private," she says as she nods towards the stairs that say 'Exit Train Station'.
We are heading through the car park to her little black Honda car waiting for us when a BMW pulls right in front of her car. Madea looks at the car and sighs.
" Pack drama. Be nice, Isa," she murmurs through her gritted teeth.
A tall, imposing man steps out of the car, he looks at us. He proceeded to open the back door, and two young men, roughly my age, stepped out. Their eyes roamed, sizing us up.
One of the young men approached us, his scent wafted toward me straight away, triggering an instant recognition. The scent seemed very familiar as it tingled my senses, and I struggled to figure out where I knew it from. Then, like a punch to the gut, realization dawned.
I know that scent. A low growl escaped my lips before I could contain it.
This wasn't the man who'd abandoned me and my mother, but the similarity was uncanny. It clicked into place – this must be his son.
"What do you mean? Don't get this wrong but we are not even friends" "Friends with benefits, stepsiblings with benefits, what the difference flower" He somehow made sense, what is the worst that can happen?" ***** Good girls don't fall for bad boys, especially not their stepbrothers. And I, Dahlia Peterson know this. There's only one problem... I might have accidentally, um... it was just one night, alright? One really good night. Panties? Yup, they're melted. It was a mistake, it doesn't mean anything. Sorry, there's two problems. Did I mention our parents are away and we're stuck home alone together for a while? I'm the responsible one. The good girl with perfect grades. And I'm trapped with a bad boy who showed me what it's like to give in to my wild side.
Oh Yes! I moaned, one if my hands on the wall while the other found its way to cover my mouth. I couldn't believe I was the one sounding like that. "This is so... so f*ck*ng good... oh sh*t; I never want this to end." "It never will, my goddess."I felt his hot breath on my ear from behind and wanted more. "More, I want more," I said in whimpers. "Please, give me more.." I knew I was acting like Oliver twist but I never wanted this to end either. The thrusting became more intense. Then, he suddenly stopped. "Oh no," he said, worry evident on his face. "I think we need to change the condom." "It's okay," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "There's no need to worry. I can't get pregnant, so there's nothing to worry about. Just keep doing what you were doing. Please, don't stop now." *** Daphne Trego felt her life crumbling when she received a notification that Renold, her fiance, was going to be the father of another woman's child. After an intense confrontation, Daphne was left to confront the painful reality of their shattered relationship. Soon, Daphne encountered Self-made Billionaire CEO David Allen in disguise, leading to an unexpected passionate night. Even though they didn't use a condom during their one-night stand, Daphne wasn't worried - after all, one of the reasons she broke up with her ex-fiance was that she couldn't provide him a heir. However things turned out differently as Daphne found out she was pregnant... What would Daphne do when she finds out that the man she slept with is about to be married?
When Rebecca's father's will reveals a surprising condition: marry within twelve months or lose the family business and inheritance, Tariq Sly's crazy proposal seems like the perfect solution. Marry his friend, Jeremy Will, Rochester Industries' charming co-CEO by day and infamous king of owning women's panties by night. Yes, everyone stands to gain from this temporary arrangement. But can they pretend to be in love long enough to tie the knot? Playing fiancé to the competitor's daughter isn't easy. Would Rebecca settle for Jeremy or would she pick Tariq instead? And can Rebecca trust her fake husband to be only a husband on paper?
He's an emperor. She's but a servant. He's a werewolf, She's but an...elf? Stephen Calipher, the King of Lycans, has ruled over the supernatural kingdom, Lyall, for decades, without a mate to call his own. Aurora Evel has a slightly unique feature, unfortunately, those features brought trouble to her doorstep. However, where there's a damsel in distress, there's a chance for a hero. But when she finds herself in the arms of the Alpha King Stephen, will her unique features be a blessing or a curse?
The many nights here with the Rossi men have left me on a whole roller coaster of emotions possible, but as I stand here with Dimitri's hand on my waist, the familiar guilt overcomes me. Guilt for having a crush on my boyfriend's brother - and my professor. For two years, Arabella Lucia has been in a relationship with Blake Rossi until one afternoon, he isn't hers anymore. Shattered by his betrayal, Arabella's sole comfort becomes her sinfully hot tattooed professor who explains Shakespeare in class enigmatically and whispers filthy things in her ears when they are alone. He becomes her passion. Her addiction. She becomes his obsession. But fate has other plans and getting it on with your ex-boyfriend's brother never ends well.
Is love worth fighting for, a danger worth escaping? When ambitious nature photographer Annabel Allen flees her dictatorial father's arranged marriage, she finds happiness in Scotland and love with Greg. But two years later, her past catches up. Her father's business deal with the ruthless Reynold family demands her marriage to Shawn, a cunning and attractive playboy. As Greg discovers Annabel's impending wedding, he races against time to stop it. But Shawn refuses to let Annabel go, sparking a bitter family feud.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but Little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
"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."
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.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."