In a world where power, loyalty, and love are dictated by primal instincts, Elara Moon finds herself caught in the tangled web of fate, betrayal, and destiny. A fierce warrior of the Crescent Moon Pack, Elara has always fought for her place in a male-dominated hierarchy. Yet, when the moon goddess assigns her a mate in the form of the cold, powerful Alpha Kael Thorne, her life spirals into an unexpected storm. Rejected by her mate, Elara faces heartbreak and shame. But as the world unravels around her, hidden secrets emerge, and a dark power threatens the balance of the supernatural world. Elara must rise above the pain of rejection, uncover her true strength, and forge a path no one expects-a path that could save the werewolf world or doom it to chaos.
The night was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The air hummed with the energy of the pack gathering, a low vibration that seeped into Elara's skin, reminding her that she was tethered to this land, this life, even as she wished for something more. The blood moon hung low in the sky, casting a crimson glow over the forest, as if the heavens themselves had opened a vein. Elara stood at the edge of the clearing, watching as wolves shifted from their human forms to their towering beasts, their fur bristling in the cold night air.
Every full moon brought a surge of power that left the pack restless, eager to run under the moonlight, to feel the primal call of their nature. But tonight wasn't just any full moon. This was the blood moon-a rare celestial event that amplified their strength, and, as the elders whispered, revealed the true nature of the soul. And tonight, Elara's soul felt heavy. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into the palms of her hands as she forced herself to stay calm. Her wolf was restless, pacing beneath her skin, a constant reminder of the power she held within, power she had yet to fully claim. "Still brooding in the shadows, Moon?" A familiar voice pulled her from her thoughts. Elara turned to find Alaric, her closest friend, grinning at her with that easy, carefree smile that only he seemed capable of wearing. His golden eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and his messy brown hair fell into his eyes, giving him a boyish charm that often hid the sharpness of his instincts. "I'm not brooding," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Just thinking." Alaric snorted. "You think too much. It's a blood moon. Time to let loose. Come on, let's shift and show those pups how it's done." He gestured toward the young wolves, already bounding through the trees in their massive forms, howls echoing through the night. Elara forced a smile, but it felt thin on her lips. Normally, she'd join them, lose herself in the power of the shift and the freedom of the run. But tonight, something weighed on her, something deeper than the usual restlessness. "I'll catch up," she said, her voice quieter than she intended. "You go on ahead." Alaric's smile faltered for a moment, his sharp eyes scanning her face. "You've been off for days. What's going on?" Elara hesitated, glancing out at the pack. "I... It's nothing. I just-" She stopped, unsure of how to put the feeling into words. There was an itch beneath her skin, an anticipation that had been growing for days, intensifying as the blood moon neared. It wasn't the usual pull of the full moon or the excitement of the pack run. It was something darker, something... foreboding. Alaric's face softened, and he placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly. "You know you can talk to me, right? If something's bothering you, I'll listen." She wanted to tell him. But how could she explain the feeling gnawing at her without sounding paranoid? She didn't even understand it herself. "I know," she said, managing a smile. "I'll be fine. Go, have fun. I'll be right behind you." Alaric gave her one last searching look before he nodded, his grin returning. "Don't take too long, or I'll drag you out here myself." He turned and shifted in a fluid motion, his human form dissolving into that of a large, tawny wolf. With a shake of his head, he dashed off into the woods, disappearing among the trees. Elara exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding, the weight of the night settling back onto her shoulders. The whispers had started three nights ago. At first, she thought it was just the wind through the trees or the murmurs of her pack. But then they grew louder, more insistent, voices that seemed to come from deep within the earth, calling her name, pulling her toward something she couldn't see. **Elara...** The voice was back, softer this time, barely more than a breath. Her heart raced, and she spun around, scanning the dark forest behind her. There was no one there. The shadows stretched long and deep, but nothing moved. Nothing seemed out of place. **Elara...** It came again, this time clearer, the sound wrapping around her like a ghostly caress. Her wolf stirred, pacing beneath her skin, its ears perked, senses heightened. This wasn't a figment of her imagination. Something was calling to her. Something ancient. Elara took a step forward, her feet moving before her mind could catch up. The trees whispered in the wind, their branches swaying gently, as if they too could hear the call. The blood moon above seemed to pulse with every beat of her heart, its light growing brighter as if guiding her. Before she realized it, Elara was running, her body moving on instinct, drawn deeper into the forest. The voices grew louder, not in words but in feelings-urgency, anticipation, destiny. The trees blurred around her, the ground soft beneath her feet as her wolf pressed forward, desperate to follow the pull, the call that was growing stronger with every step. Then she saw it. At the edge of a clearing, bathed in the eerie red light of the moon, stood a figure. Tall, broad-shouldered, and cloaked in shadow. Even from this distance, she could feel the power radiating from him, a dark and dangerous energy that sent a shiver down her spine. Her breath caught in her throat. It was him. Alpha Kael Thorne. Her destined mate. And the one who would soon reject her.
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
"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.
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?