After a near-death experience, 25-year-old Harper Riley awakens with an inexplicable connection to the moon and an unsettling hunger for the hunt. As the full moon rises, Harper discovers she's been reborn as a werewolf. Enter Maverick Jackson, a mysterious and captivating alpha who claims Harper's transformation is a sign of an ancient prophecy. Will Harper accept her new identity and Maverick's love, or will the dangers of the werewolf world tear them apart?
Harper Riley's eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy and her body aching. She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her back onto the pillow. Her gaze drifted around the unfamiliar room, taking in the sterile white walls, the beeping machines, and the hospital bed railing.
Panic set in, her heart racing. Where was she? How did she get here? Harper's memories were hazy, fragmented images flashing through her mind like snapshots. She recalled walking home from work, the sun setting over the city. Then...nothing.
A nurse bustled into the room, a warm smile on her face. "Welcome back, Harper! You've been asleep for quite a while. How are you feeling?"
Harper's throat was dry, her voice barely above a whisper. "What happened?"
"You were in an accident," the nurse explained, checking Harper's vitals. "A car hit you while you were crossing the street. You've been here for three days."
Three days? Harper's mind reeled. She remembered nothing.
The nurse continued, "You've got some broken ribs, a concussion, and a few cuts, but you're lucky to be alive. The doctor will come in soon to discuss your recovery."
Harper nodded, still disoriented. Her body felt...different. Her senses were heightened, and she could smell the antiseptic scent of the hospital, the nurse's perfume, and something else...wild and earthy.
The nurse handed Harper a glass of water. "Drink this. You must be parched."
Harper took a sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe her parched throat. Her gaze drifted to the window, where the full moon hung low in the sky.
A shiver ran down her spine.
"Is it nighttime?" Harper asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The nurse nodded. "Yes, it's around midnight. Try to rest now. You've got a long recovery ahead."
Harper nodded, but her mind was racing. Something was off, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
The nurse left, and Harper was alone once more. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing thoughts. But her body felt restless, her senses on high alert.
Suddenly, Harper's skin prickled, and her heart began to pound. She felt...a presence. Something watching her from the shadows.
Her eyes snapped open, scanning the room. The machines beeped steadily, the moonlight casting eerie shadows on the walls.
That's when she saw him.
A tall, brooding figure stood in the corner of the room, his eyes fixed intently on Harper. His features were chiseled, his jawline sharp, and his hair dark and unruly.
"Who are you?" Harper whispered, her voice trembling.
The stranger didn't respond. Instead, he stepped forward, his movements fluid and predatory.
Harper's heart skipped a beat. And then, everything went black.
Harper Riley's eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy and disoriented. She lay in a hospital bed, surrounded by sterile white walls and the soft beeping of machines. A faint scent of antiseptic hung in the air, making her stomach churn. She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her head, forcing her back onto the pillow.
"What...what happened?" Harper croaked, her voice barely above a whisper. A gentle hand grasped hers, and she turned to face the speaker.
"You've been in an accident, Harper," a soft-spoken nurse replied, her eyes filled with concern. "You've been here for three days. Do you remember anything?"
Harper's memories were hazy, fragmented images flashing through her mind like a broken film reel. She recalled driving home from work, the sun setting over the horizon. Then, nothing. "No," she admitted, frustration creeping in.
The nurse nodded sympathetically. "That's understandable. You suffered a severe head injury. The doctor will be in to discuss your condition soon."
Harper nodded, though her mind reeled with questions. What kind of accident? Was anyone else hurt? Why couldn't she remember?
The nurse checked Harper's vitals, then left to fetch the doctor. Harper's gaze drifted around the room, taking in the bouquet of flowers on her bedside table and the get-well cards taped to the wall. Her best friend, Sarah, sat in the corner, eyes red-rimmed from crying.
"Hey, Harp," Sarah said, rising from her chair. "Welcome back."
Harper managed a weak smile. "Hey, Sar. What...what happened?"
Sarah hesitated before speaking. "You were in a car accident on the highway. A truck swerved into your lane. You...you almost didn't make it."
Harper's eyes widened, horror creeping in. She remembered the sound of screeching tires, the crunch of metal.
The doctor arrived, discussing Harper's condition in terms she barely understood. Concussion, traumatic brain injury, rehabilitation. Harper listened numbly, her mind still reeling.
After the doctor left, Sarah helped Harper sit up, supporting her as she sipped water from a straw. Harper's head spun, but she refused to lie back down.
"I need to get out of here," Harper said, determination growing.
Sarah frowned. "You're not ready, Harp. You need to rest."
"I've rested enough." Harper swung her legs over the side of the bed, testing her balance. The room tilted, but she gritted her teeth, refusing to give in.
With Sarah's reluctant help, Harper stood, her legs trembling beneath her. The hospital room blurred around her, colors bleeding together like watercolors. She took a step forward, and the world steadied.
"I'm okay," Harper lied, forcing a smile.
But she wasn't okay. Something inside her stirred, a restlessness that had nothing to do with her physical injuries. It was a primal, unsettling feeling, like the moon calling to her from afar.
"Let's get you home," Sarah said, supporting Harper's elbow.
Home. Harper's heart ached for the familiarity of her apartment, the comfort of her own bed. But as they left the hospital, she couldn't shake the feeling that her life was forever changed – that something within her had awakened, waiting to emerge.
The drive home passed in a blur. Harper's eyes drifted shut, her mind whirling with questions. What had happened during those lost three days? Why did she feel this...this hunger inside?
Sarah helped Harper settle onto the couch, fetching a blanket and pillows. "Rest, Harp. I'll take care of everything."
Harper nodded, her eyelids drooping. Sleep claimed her, but her dreams were filled with visions of the moon, full and silver, calling to her like a siren's song.
When Harper woke, night had fallen, casting her apartment in shadows. The moon hung low in the sky, visible through her window. She rose, drawn to its silvery light.
Without thinking, Harper stepped onto her balcony, the cool night air enveloping her. The moon's pull strengthened, her heart pounding in response.
And then, she felt it – a strange, tingling sensation coursing through her veins. Her body began to shift, her senses expanding.
Harper's eyes widened in horror as she realized she was transforming.
Harper Riley's eyes fluttered open, greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling. Her mind foggy, she tried to recall how she got there. Memories swirled, fragmented and elusive. Pain throbbed through her head, like a bass drumbeat. She winced, raising a hand to her temple.
The room was sparse, with cream-colored walls and a single window. Harper's gaze drifted outside, where the moon hung low in the sky. Its silvery light called to her, stirring an inexplicable longing. She felt an intense connection to the lunar glow, as if it held secrets only she could unlock.
With effort, Harper sat up, swinging her legs over the bed's edge. A wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her to clutch the mattress. Her vision blurred, then cleared. She took stock of her surroundings: a small, elegant nightstand, a dresser, and a door leading out of the room.
Where am I? Harper thought, panic creeping in. She scrambled to her feet, stumbling toward the door. It swung open, revealing a sleek, modern hallway. The air was thick with the scent of wood and earth.
A figure emerged from the shadows, tall and imposing. His eyes locked onto Harper's, piercing and intense. "Welcome back," he said, his deep voice soothing.
"Who are you?" Harper demanded, trying to steady her racing heart.
"My name is Maverick Jackson. You're safe here, Harper."
"How do I know you?" She searched her memories, but they remained shrouded.
Maverick's expression softened. "You don't remember me, but we'll get to that later. First, let's focus on getting you settled."
Harper hesitated, unsure if she should trust this stranger. Yet, something about Maverick's calm demeanor put her at ease. She nodded, allowing him to guide her down the hallway.
They entered a cozy living room, with plush couches and a crackling fireplace. Harper sank onto the nearest couch, grateful for the warmth and comfort. Maverick settled beside her, his proximity making her skin tingle.
"What's going on?" Harper asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't remember anything."
Maverick's eyes locked onto hers. "You've been through a traumatic experience. Your memories will return, but it may take time."
Traumatic experience? Harper's mind reeled. What had happened to her?
Maverick handed her a glass of water. "Drink this. It'll help."
Harper sipped the cool liquid, feeling a subtle calm spread through her body. Maverick's gaze never left hers, his expression filled with concern.
Suddenly, a searing pain ripped through Harper's abdomen. She doubled over, gasping. Maverick's arms wrapped around her, holding her close.
"What's happening?" Harper cried out, her vision blurring.
"Your body's changing," Maverick whispered. "The full moon's rising. You need to let go, Harper."
Let go? Harper's confusion turned to fear. What was happening to her?
The room began to spin, colors bleeding together. Harper's senses heightened, her hearing acute. She felt her body shifting, bones rearranging. A primal scream built in her throat.
Maverick's voice whispered in her ear, "You're safe, Harper. I've got you."
Diana Hartley, an ambitious and independent architect, has built her life with precision and focus. When she lands a dream contract to design a landmark for the McAlister Corporation-a global powerhouse owned by reclusive billionaire Colton McAlister-she's sure this is the project that will launch her into a new league of success. But working alongside Colton proves to be as challenging as it is exhilarating. Colton, known as a ruthless titan in business, is fiercely private and haunted by secrets he keeps buried. Driven by a painful past, he has little time or trust to spare, especially for someone outside his ironclad circle. But Diana's passion and vision intrigue him, sparking feelings he thought he'd buried long ago. As they clash and connect over late nights and city skylines, they find themselves tangled in more than blueprints and business. But when old rivals resurface and a corporate scandal threatens the empire Colton has fought to build, Diana is faced with a choice: protect her career, or risk it all for the enigmatic man who's captured her heart. Can love survive in a world where loyalty has a price and trust is the rarest currency of all?
In 16th century Europe, where humans believe wolves are mere folklore, shape-shifters live secretly among them. Ryker Flynn, last surviving member of the Emberclaw Pack, seeks vengeance against the Shadowmoon Pack for massacring his family. But as war rages between wolves and vampires, Ryker must unite the fractured packs and confront the darkness within himself. Can he overcome his thirst for revenge and lead the wolves to victory, or will the shadows consume them all?
In a world where werewolves are hunted, 17-year-old Luna Reyes discovers she's the last living heir of the ancient Lunar bloodline. Forced to flee her home, Luna joins a secretive pack of rebels fighting against the oppressive government. As the full moon rises, Luna's transformation begins, and she must confront her destiny. Can she reclaim her family's legacy and lead the werewolves to freedom, or will the hunters silence her forever?
When ex-CIA operative Kalliope "Kae" Wilder uncovers the truth about Echelon, a mysterious surveillance program, she's drawn into a deadly game of cat and mouse. Joining forces with enigmatic whistleblower Beckett "Beck" Vaughn and rogue hacker Sage Riley, Kae must confront her past and stop Echelon's mastermind, Magnus "The Archon" Blackwood, before global catastrophe strikes.
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Ava is an 18-year-old Omega female in a werewolf pack. As an Omega, she’s viewed as weaker and less important within the pack. She has long admired the Alpha, perhaps even harbored feelings for him, despite knowing that as an Omega, she’s considered unworthy in the eyes of the pack On her 18th birthday, which is significant in werewolf lore, she gets her heart broken as the Alpha rejects her. Shortly after the rejection, she meets the twins—two charming, attractive wolves who are both strong but with different personalities. They are drawn to her despite her Omega status. Her father, concerned about her future and possibly the pack’s standing, tries to coerce her into an arranged marriage with someone else, possibly for political reasons within the pack. Will she choose the safety and security of the Alpha, or will she take a chance on the twins and risk everything for love?
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
"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?