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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Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
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.
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
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."
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.