An outcast is rejected by her Alpha who still wants to covet her beauty for himself but fails as Olympia finds the acceptance she so desires in the arms of another. A more powerful creature. How? After being disgraced for getting pregnant, this creature steps in claiming to be her second chance mate. This pisses off her first mate of course but she rejects him and chooses her second chance mate, the time to leave with him comes, but she mysteriously disappeared. How and why? Olympia gets an anonymous message warning her about her second chance mate, claiming he is the danger who has a hand in her parent's death. Is this true and when Olympia, after 6 years, gets another mysterious letter telling her to return to her second chance mate's side, what is she going to do? I guess that's for you all to find out in this overwhelming werewolf romance filled with multiple twists.
OLYMPIA'S POV
I stood at the edge of the grand hall. My heart was beating, racing in anticipation. The air was electric with the collective longing of our pack. Twenty-one years of searching, twenty-one years of disappointment. Yet tonight, I could feel it in my bones: this would be the year I found him. The Mating Festival was ordained, a centuries-long practice-a holy ritual for our pack to collectively rejoice at the consummation of two spirits. The air held so much anticipation; pheromones hung heavy in the crowd. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting that animalistic energy course through me. My eyes met those of so many hopefuls in the room, each in search of his perfect match. Some were wriggling in anticipation and some had set their faces to imply expectation of winning-sureness in their eyes gleaming with a sense of entitlement. The drums echoed across the hall, signaling the commencement of the ceremony. There was silence in the room as all eyes turned toward the alpha pair standing at the center. They raised their hands, and the crowd erupted into cheers. The search began! I perceived a cold minty floral scent and just followed it as there was no doubt. Tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome, he stood across the room, his eyes scanning the room but I couldn't make out his face. There was something very familiar about him. Could it be? Could he have been the one? I pushed through the crowd; my heart racing with excitement, when suddenly, just as I reached him, he turned and stared down at me, and in his eyes was so much hatred. Oh no, it's Silas, the newly crowned Alpha of this pack. "Mate!" he snarled, an unpleasant one at that. No! I can't lose him now! I stood before Alpha Silas, and my heart was adrenaline-pumping with excitement. All my life, I had been in search of my mate, and now I finally found him. Or rather, so I thought. My eyes met his, and in them, for a flash, I felt a flicker of recognition. It was replaced in a moment by his usual stern expression. "Everyone, please stop," he commanded, his voice echoing down the hall. "Musicians, cease playing." The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on us. I felt a squirmy feeling. What was this? "Olympia, I think there has been an error here," Alpha Silas said firmly but without anger. "You don't know that," I whispered, finding it hard to voice out words well. But in his eyes, I saw only scorn and revulsion. "You think you are worthy of being my mate?" he sneered at me; his voice oozed with malice. "You're nothing but a weak, pathetic outcast." I felt as if his words had slapped me. "I.I thought we had some kind of a connection," I said, trying to hit back. Alpha Silas laughed out loud, the sound completely devoid of humor. "You can't even connect with me. You are a disappointment, Olympia. A failure." I felt my eyes prick at the corners as the room seemed to close in around me. The music had stopped, and the only sound was those venomous alpha words. "Who wants a weak, useless omega as a mate?" He actually spoke it in front of the crowd before us, then everybody laughed. Throwing spiteful words at me. It hurts so bad. Dark mind! Dark heart! Dark soul! Happiness Killers, Living Demons. If only my mistakes can be stated. "I, Alpha Silas Moore of the Black Hitten pack, reject you, Olympia Swan, as my mate. You are not fit to stand by my side, bear my children, or hold the title of a Luna." I felt my heart crashing into a thousand pieces when Cassie and her crew suddenly started talking. " Olympia is Alpha Silas's mate?" Crystal exclaimed, though bringing forth gasps from the crowd as its eyes flew impossibly wider at their staring, furrowing their brows and curling their lips into a sneer. I shrieked, looking away from them, wringing my hands together to obvious my mind off their hateful glares or I might detonate into a loud weal. "How could that be? that's so bad luck" Cassie chipped in, compassion lacing her tone. "I feel so sad for him, he deserves better". Crystal echoed to the ears of everyone, sighing heavily and looking down pretending to be sorrowful. There were murmurs about this circumstance, running around and around again, and I turned my eyes to Sila's uncertainty. His eyebrows seemed to be drawn together in some sort of frown, jaw clenched, nostril flare. "See what you have caused?" he asked, his lips pressed to thin lines. Instantly, I drew my eyes from him, down to my feet, biting my lips and fidgeting at the same time. "Why does it just have to be you?" he questioned silently and I kept mute not knowing what to say in reply but feeling my heartbeat racing like insane, like it was about to pop out my chest. "I have waited 30 years, only to end up with a crap like you?" he asked with disbelief, scoffing. I, however, was just standing there, silent in front of him, with tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't hold it anymore, and I had a very bad feeling that something unfortunate was about to happen. I walked out of the scene in absolute weakness and exhaustiveness. I swear I strolled up to that bar, heels clicking across the floor, announcing the time bomb that was about to go off. I plopped onto a stool, nodding to signal for the bartender. "Your hottest drink, please. And make it a double." Shot after shot, I gulped down the drink, each one charging my emotional inferno. At the corners of my eyes, tears pricked, and I let them flow in silent sobs that raked my body. The room grew dim; my heart was slipping into a haze of despair. A set of fingers wrapped about my face, gentle yet firm, I turned my face towards him only to meet a set of dark eyes.
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!
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."
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
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.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”