Nova has spent her entire life as an omega, weak and overlooked by her pack. After her pack is raided, she is captured by the notorious Night Shade pack, led by the brutal Alpha VuK. Known for his merciless conquests and ruthless leadership, VuK seeks only to expand his territory, crushing any opposition in his path. He's feared by all, and Nova is nothing more than a pawn, marked for execution by his command. However, on the day Nova is set to die, everything changes. She catches the most intoxicating scent she's ever known, only to realize it's coming from none other than VuK himself-her fated mate. The bond fills her with dread, for being tied to such a ruthless Alpha seems worse than death. Yet, fate has other plans. As VuK continues his mission, his actions ignite a war among the supernatural factions, and Nova finds herself thrust into the heart of the conflict. Unbeknownst to both, Nova may hold the key to ending the war, but her bond with VuK complicates everything. As the world teeters on the edge of destruction, Nova must find her strength to either stand by the most dangerous Alpha or rise against him to save everything.
The moon hung low, casting an eerie glow over the dense forest surrounding the Peak Pack's territory. The air was thick with the scent of impending bloodshed, and a deadly silence gripped the night. Without warning, the stillness was shattered by the feral howls of Alpha VuK's warriors as they descended upon the Peak Pack like shadows in the dark.
The first wave of attackers, massive wolves with fur as dark as the night itself, tore through the defenses with ruthless precision. Teeth and claws flashed in the moonlight as they ripped through the Peak Pack's sentinels, who barely had time to react. Screams and growls filled the air, the scent of blood growing stronger with each passing second.
The Peak Pack warriors, though brave, were no match for Alpha VuK's army. They fell one by one, their cries for help drowned out by the thunderous growls of the invading wolves. Chaos erupted as the battle spread through the heart of the Peak Pack's village, wolves shifting and fighting for their lives.
Alpha VuK, watching from a distant hilltop, stood tall in his human form, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes gleaming with cold satisfaction. His presence was like a dark cloud looming over the battlefield, his aura of dominance reaching even those far below. He had waited for this moment, the night where his vision of domination would take root.
His warriors showed no mercy. They moved with lethal grace, dragging wolves from their dens, snapping necks, and tearing through flesh. The ground was slick with blood, the stench of death rising into the night. Shouts of anguish echoed in the wind as the Peak Pack fought a losing battle, overwhelmed by the sheer brutality of their enemy.
Then, over the cacophony of violence, a single voice cut through the madness. "Stop."
Alpha VuK's voice, filled with the authority only an Alpha could wield, boomed across the battlefield. The warriors, in mid-attack, froze, their jaws still dripping with blood. Silence fell, broken only by the faint whimpers of the wounded and the dying.
"Take some captive and kill the rest," Alpha VuK ordered, his tone icy and without compassion. His eyes scanned the scene with detached calculation as he began to shift. His bones cracked and reformed, his body twisting until a monstrous wolf stood where the man once had been. The enormous black wolf, its fur shimmering in the moonlight, turned and loped off toward the Night Shade Pack's territory without a backward glance, satisfied with the carnage left behind.
Among the captives, huddled and shaking in fear, was Nova, a weak omega who had been unable to defend herself. She had been dragged from the ruins of her den, her small frame bruised and bloodied. Along with several other survivors, she was thrown into a cold, damp cell beneath the Peak Pack's ruined stronghold. The air was thick with the scent of fear and despair, the once-proud wolves now reduced to broken prisoners.
Nova sat silently, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing as the weight of her new reality settled in. The Peak Pack had fallen, and she was now nothing more than a captive of Alpha Vuk's relentless war machine.
Two weeks After---
Nova stirred as someone called out to her, pulling her back to the harsh reality she had momentarily escaped. "They are coming," a voice warned. She blinked, trying to clear the haze of sleep from her eyes. She was still in the same position she had fallen asleep in-her back pressed against the cold concrete floor, knees tucked up toward her chest. It wasn't the most comfortable sleeping arrangement, but given the cramped space in the cell, there was little choice. She couldn't even stretch her legs with so many others packed in tightly around her.
Nova shot a small smile at Emma, who had woken her. "Thanks," she whispered. Emma nodded, offering her a faint smile in return as she shifted into the same uncomfortable position on the floor. Nova couldn't imagine surviving without her. It had been three weeks since they met, back when the Night shade Pack had taken over their territory. Emma had been kind and gentle, especially since Nova had just lost what she knew as home.
Nova smelled them before she heard them-wolves from various packs. The familiar scent of blood and overwhelming masculinity filled the air. Usually, the cell reeked of hay, but now it was tainted with something far more disgusting. As the guards approached, the tension in the room thickened. Wolves in the cell began forming their usual defense positions, bracing for their arrival.
The male werewolves liked to stir up trouble when the guards came by, crowding the front of the cell bars to shout insults. Meanwhile, Nova and others like her tried to blend into the background, staying out of sight. Emma, despite her Alpha blood, was no exception. They both made themselves as small as possible, though it was harder for Emma. She had been trained her entire life to lead, to be an Alpha. The filth, the humiliation of living under the watch of those who had killed her parents, gnawed at her. Nova knew that if Emma ever got the chance, she would tear one of those wolves apart with ease, her Alpha strength burning beneath the surface.
"Look at them, dirty little animals in a cage," one of the guards sneered as they walked past, their laughter echoing off the stone walls. They weren't wrong, Nova thought bitterly. They were all animals-werewolves. The only difference between them and their captors was who held the power.
"Why do we even keep them around?" the second guard asked, tossing a loaf of bread carelessly into the cell. Nova watched as the bread landed with a thud, far too small to be shared among so many. But then, something unusual happened-another loaf was thrown in, making two. Emma, quick as lightning, sprang from her spot and grabbed one of the loaves. Without hesitation, she handed one to Sandra, a quiet girl in the neighboring cell, to share with her brother Kane.
Emma split her own loaf in half and passed the other half to Nova. Nova squeezed Emma's hand in gratitude, her stomach growling from hunger. The guards, meanwhile, continued their taunts.
"Alpha VuK loves his trophies," the first guard replied to the second's question. "Keeping them locked up is a better punishment than killing them outright."
The mention of Alpha VuK sent a shiver down Nova's spine. His name alone was enough to strike fear into the hearts of every werewolf. His cruelty was unmatched, and he thrived on the fear he instilled. Nova's mind drifted back to the night her parents were killed, how he had brutally ripped their heads from their bodies. Though she hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes, she had felt it-their deaths rippling through her as the last strands of their lives were severed. As a werewolf, she had been connected to her pack, just as the Alpha was connected to every member of the pack. That night, she had sworn vengeance. She would take from Alpha VuK what he had stolen from her.
"What was your pack like?" Emma asked softly, lying on her back beside Nova, both of them staring at the cracked concrete ceiling as if it were the night sky.
Nova smiled slightly, recalling happier times. "It was nice," she said, her voice filled with longing. "I always wanted to travel, to see the human world. I wanted to live among them, even though it's not allowed." She laughed softly at the memory of her childhood dreams.
"Why would you want to leave your peaceful pack?" Emma asked, curious. "The Peak Pack was one of the most peaceful. I've never heard anything bad about them."
"I just wanted to explore. I don't have a parent of my own so the pack was everything to me," Nova said, still smiling at the thought. Emma looked at her sideways, while Nova kept her gaze fixed on the ceiling. "What was your favorite thing to do in your pack?" Nova asked, changing the subject.
Emma's eyes lit up at the memory. "We had a tradition," she said, her voice soft with nostalgia. "We would all shift into our wolf forms and run together during the full moon. We called it the Eclipse. In our pack, we believed the moon goddess favored us more in our wolf forms. It was the most incredible feeling, running together under the moonlight." A tear slipped down Emma's cheek.
Nova wrapped her arm around Emma, squeezing her gently. She wasn't sure if the hug was more for Emma or for herself, but it didn't matter. "That bastard will pay for our pain," Nova thought, her resolve hardening once more.
They continued talking quietly, sharing memories of their childhoods and stories about their packs. It was one of the few things that kept them sane in the grim reality of the cell. Emma told Nova about her first time riding a bicycle with her father, the former Beta of the Victory, and Nova shared the story of her first taste of alcohol.
It was their ritual-talking late into the night, as if they were normal friends at a sleepover instead of prisoners in a cold, dark cell. It was the only way they could keep the nightmares at bay. In Nova's mind, the concrete floor melted away, and she imagined she and Emma were huddled together, reading stories and laughing. It was enough to help her forget, even if only for a little while.
They yawned, exhaustion creeping in, and said their goodnights. Nova closed her eyes, hoping that when she woke up, it would all have been a nightmare.
In a world where humans live in fear of the supernatural, hiding underground to avoid the twilight beasts, Ella has always been an outcast in her village. Unnoticed and overlooked, she blindly accepts the stories told to her-stories of monstrous beings who hunt humans without mercy. But everything changes when her village is attacked, and Ella's life is saved by Vuk, a twilight beast who appears more human than the terrifying creatures she's been warned about. Vuk isn't just any twilight beast; he's the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, a powerful shifter who challenges everything Ella thought she knew. As he protects her and brings her into his world, Ella is forced to confront the lies her people have told her. The bond she feels with Vuk is undeniable and powerful, awakening emotions and instincts she can't explain. Conflicted, Ella begins to question whether the twilight beasts are truly the savage monsters her village has claimed. With each passing moment, she uncovers more about the twilight beasts' society and their complex relationship with humans. As Ella delves deeper into this new world, she realizes that her village may have been hiding dark secrets-secrets that could change everything she knows about herself, her people, and her destiny. Torn between loyalty to her village and her growing connection with Vuk, Ella must choose: live in the shadows of lies, or embrace the truth that could lead her to an extraordinary future.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
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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.
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You're not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She stared at me in the mirror. "You can't even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?" Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.
"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.