Clare Halle grew up without parents and was raised by Sister Alberta. Her background was a mystery until Ethan Randall, a Mafia Don and the powerfull Alpha of the Silver Fire Pack, entered her life. It turns out he's her Fated Mate. Ethan is the only one who knows the real story behind Clare's past. Their meeting sends Clare on a journey to become a Luna. She dreams of a joyful life with Ethan, but there's a twist-he's already engaged. Clare has survived several assassination attempts from Christopher Gale, an Alpha from the Moon Fall Pack, who has it out for her. What's wrong with Clare? Even when Clare was pregnant with Ethan's baby, she had to lose the baby because of her fiancé. Should Clare take revenge for everything that happened and prove the truth about Jacob Wensiker and the mistake Ethan made with Christopher Gale, who always wanted her dead? Can she really be the one and only Luna for Ethan?
Claire POV
It was the third time Agatha and Jane had dumped a bucket of something gross on my head, ruining the outfit I had planned to wear for this morning's prayer service. It was now all dirty and smelled terrible.
"Ha! Look at you! This is a great lesson for daring to go against Agatha's orders!" Jane laughed as she plopped the empty bucket on my head.
The stench was awful. I could tell it was a mix of dishwater and whatever mop they had used.
As if that wasn't enough, Jane kicked me, and I ended up on the ground, my clothes now muddy and my body aching.
"I really don't get it. Why didn't you just choose to disappear? Who gave you the right to stick around and waste our church's money, making our parents spend more just to feed you?" Agatha kept ranting while banging the bucket on my head. The noise was unbearable and made my ears ring.
I yanked the bucket off, and the horrible smell and noise got to me. I tossed it away, making Jane and Agatha even angrier.
Agatha grabbed my hair and forced me to look at the sky tangled in the white clotheslines.
We were behind the church, where the nurses and I used to wash all the dirty sheets. In the middle of the clothesline, Agatha treated me like some filthy pig stuck in the mud.
"You little brat! An orphan and nobody like you should be thankful we even let you breathe. If it weren't for the donations from our parents, you'd be just another skull in the trash!"
My neck throbbed, and the sun burned my eyes. Agatha glared at me with a hatred I couldn't comprehend, and I felt powerless to fight back.
"What's with that face? You think you can stand up to me? You don't like hearing the truth?" she shot back.
I shook my head, pleading for her to let me go. But Agatha only got angrier, and then Jane chimed in with her shrill voice.
"Hey, bitch! You think you can treat Agatha like that?!" Jane shoved my head down, knocking me to the ground, and now I was covered in mud.
"I would've told my dad to stop donating to the church if I had to see you there every morning."
I was stunned by Agatha's words. I scrambled to my feet and reached for the hem of her pants, begging her not to ask her parents to cut off the donations that kept the church and the dormitory where I lived running.
"Please, I'm begging you, if your dad pulls the funding, the sisters will lose everything that keeps them connected to the church," I pleaded, my voice rough. But Agatha just kicked me.
"Do you really think I care about your begging? Oh, please, if you want to kiss my shoe, maybe I'll think about it," she shot back.
Kissing someone's filthy shoe? That's not what I want. But if Agatha cuts off the funds, the church will close, and all the nuns and street kids who've found a home there will be left out in the cold again.
"What are you waiting for? Get on with it! Or do you want Sister Alberta and the others to end up homeless?" she threatened, leaving me with no other option.
"No, please, I can't let that happen."
"Then do it now!"
Without any doubt creeping in and tears welling up, I stepped forward, trying to do what Agatha demanded. I leaned down to kiss the muddy toe of her shoe.
Just as I was about to kiss the toe of her shoe, Agatha kicked me right in the face, sending me crashing down again while both girls burst into loud, satisfied laughter.
"Honestly, my shoes are way too pricey for your spit to get on them. That's so gross," she said, tossing her long, straight red hair over her shoulder.
Meanwhile, Jane was just cackling at me, treating me like some silly clown who was cracking her up.
"I'm telling you one last time, back off from Hendrik! Or I'll kill you. Do you understand?"
Agatha then kicked some muddy water at me, splattering my face and getting mud between my eyes. The sting and the overall grossness made me whimper.
After that, Agatha and Jane walked away, leaving me sobbing in the muck with a terrible smell all around.
The sun was high, and I knew the morning worship would wrap up soon. I couldn't let the sisters, the priest, or anyone else see me like that. With the weather getting chillier since September, I needed to change out of these wet clothes fast before I caught a cold.
I can't remember how long Agatha and Jane have treated me like this, but it's nothing new.
I always knew Agatha had fallen in love with Hendrik, the church's administrative assistant, and she would get super jealous whenever I chatted with him. But really, our conversations were about the dormitory kids and the church stuff-nothing more.
So, I decided to head back to the dorm, wash off the mud, and keep all this from the abbess, my adoptive mom, Sister Alberta. She's like this old She-Wolf who never raises her voice at me, no matter what I do.
The church is really well-kept and lovely, with the congregation coming in regularly to pray and worship. Thanks to the Alpha and some generous folks in the Pack, including Agatha's parents, who often drop off clothes and other essentials, the church's finances and the dorm's needs are pretty stable-no worries about running out of supplies.
But even with all that financial support, the dorms are far from decent. They started as an old, abandoned building about a hundred meters from the church, surrounded by a thick forest that makes it feel more like a haunted house than a place to live. Sister Alberta was the only one taking care of the dorm until I was left at the church, and then she took me in, so now we share the space together.
Sister Alberta has been my rock for years, raising me, supporting my education, and treating me like a true She-Wolf. She's not just my caregiver; she's my everything.
I paused at the dorm entrance, which had a much nicer front yard. It was quiet since Sister Alberta led the morning prayer with the other sisters. She'd probably scold me for not joining in once the prayer ended.
I freshened up, showered, and headed to the back laundry room to wash my clothes. I was determined to eliminate bad smells. I wasn't sure how long it would take, but by the time I finished hanging them out to dry, Sister Alberta had already arrived.
"Oh my goodness! Clare, what are you doing here instead of at church? Is everything okay?" I could hear the concern in her voice as she fired off questions.
"Wait, what's this?" she exclaimed, touching my face. It hurt, and I instinctively pulled away from her hand.
The sixty-year-old woman in her black and white Rosario looked at me with tears in her eyes before asking, "Sweetheart, who did this to you? Please, just tell me."
I stumbled over my words, worried I might have upset Sister Alberta. Trying to smooth things over, I started to make up a story: "I tripped in a puddle behind the church, hit my head on the ground, and there was a rock. That's why it hurts, Sister."
Sister Alberta just stared at me, not saying a single word. I had a feeling she could see right through my lie. I didn't want her to ask me any more questions, so I quickly shifted the topic to what we could whip up for dinner for the kids in the dorms after school.
"We still have some potatoes, a few slices of bread, and some eggs. Should I cook something with those, or are we stuck with porridge again?" I tried to steer the conversation away, hoping to distract her from the bruises on my face.
When Sister Alberta remained silent, I looked down, embarrassed about lying to someone who cared so much for me. Just a few moments later, she gently touched my face and, with a warm smile, spoke to me in her soothing voice.
"Let's finish cooking the rest of the potatoes and whip up something tasty for the kids," she suggested. Once we're done, we can head inside for some soup; you must be feeling chilly." Her smile was very beautiful, and it eliminated my worries that maybe she would be angry because she didn't find me at church this morning.
"Sure thing, sister."
I could tell sister Alberta knew my intentions, but she might not want to complicate things further. She could have reacted with anger, but she held back. After that, sister Alberta led me into the dormitory, and I followed her into the kitchen. Just before I entered, I had this strange feeling that someone was watching me.
I turned to glance at the backyard. It wasn't a huge space, but a small forest surrounded the dormitory. The thick vegetation made the little forest seem eerie, even though it was daytime.
I squinted, thinking I spotted a figure among the trees. It was a tall guy dressed in all black, staring at me intently. But it wasn't just him; several others were doing the same. My curiosity piqued, but fear quickly pushed me to catch up with sister Alberta and lock the back door to keep the men out of the dormitory.
Aleena Garvin works as a bartender in a prestigious Five-Star bar and earns a decent salary. Sometimes, she relies on customer gratuities to cover her rent. After experiencing multiple late payments, Aleena was evicted from her apartment. On that same day, her employer at the bar proposed that she could temporarily reside in the home of a wealthy individual named Arseto Senna until she secures a new place to live. Arseto Senna, the house owner, is a prosperous entrepreneur characterized by his striking appearance and alluring physique. This leads Aleena to mistakenly believe that Senna is human-like herself; however, he is not. Arseto Senna is, in fact, a Lycan and serves as the Alpha of the Yellow Storm Pack, a formidable and influential group within the nation. Aleena harbours a deep-seated aversion to Werewolves, prompting her to maintain distance from Senna. Nevertheless, she realizes that escape is futile, as they are destined to be mates, a bond ordained by the Moon Goddess. Aleena figured that moving into a new flat and cutting ties with Senna would help her get her life back on track. But she was mistaken. Out of nowhere, people from her past started showing up, pulling her back into old dramas. First up is Celine-her step-sister-who drops in out of the blue, claiming she's engaged to Senna, the Alpha Lycan. Then there's her dad, Siegfried Garvin, who's not well and pushing Aleena to step back into the world of the Garvin family, where she's the only biological child of a massive conglomerate raking in millions every single day. After her mother passes away, Aleena is left shattered, believing that she's to blame for the tragedy. In her grief, she decides to run away, leaving behind her life as the heir to the Garvin family. But when she finds out her father is ill, she feels compelled to return, unaware that this choice might be the biggest mistake of her life. Meanwhile, her stepmother, Katarina Faralyn, has sinister plans for Aleena and her father. Katarina is eager to eliminate them so she and her daughter, Celine, can seize control of the entire Garvin family fortune. The shocking truth that Aleena's mother was murdered by Katarina only fuels her anger and determination. She returns to Senna, reclaiming her role as the Luna and the one true Mate for her Alpha. Senna welcomed Aleena with open arms. That Alpha is breaking all the old-school rules set by The Elders by making Aleena his Luna. Plus, Senna is there to help Aleena uncover the wrongdoings that Katarina Faralyn has already committed. Aleena also removes Celine from her position as Senna's fiancee, making Katarina, who knows that, angry. Using her connections, Katarina enlists the help of the Pack, who have always been hostile to the Yellow Storm Pack, to get rid of Aleena. Still, with the power and power possessed by Senna as an Alpha, Senna manages to thwart Katarina's evil intentions. Senna also arrested Katarina on charges and layered articles, including declaring war against his Pack. Celine had begged her mother not to go to jail. Still, Senna never forgave people who threatened his Pack's security. After the incident, Aleena was accepted as the Mate chosen by the Moon Goddess for Senna, and the Elders never questioned whether Aleena was human or of the Lycan race.
I was raised to be a Beta Superior from the get-go, serving the Seo family of the Seo-U Pharmacy group, who had given me everything. I tried to mask my flaws and kept serving my master like a loyal pup on a leash. I was constantly humiliated and never got even a shred of love. But when the final exam about my third gender wrapped up, the results dropped a bombshell-I was an Omega Dominant. He made me ditch everything I had, even the stuff that should've been my source of joy, just for his happiness-something I never thought would go down in my life.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Marrying her best friend was a dream come true for Kelly, but everything truly has a limitation. Pierce is Kelly’s first love, but as his best friend, she knew well there was always another woman deep in his heart. Lexi Gilbert. The woman Pierce could never forget even if he had already been arranged to marry Kelly. *** Kelly finally realized their happy marriage of the last three years was just a beautiful dream when Pierce asked for a divorce just because Lexi returned. She could only be his best friend even if she was carrying his baby. *** Since their friendship had become a cage, Kelly chose to set him free, as well as the miserable herself. But why then, it was Pierce who became the one who refused to move on? To make matters worse, her devil stepbrother also domineeringly stepped in at the same time, asking her to be his. *** Her Prince Charming vs. Her Devil Stepbrother? How could Kelly save her heart in this battle of love and hate?
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!
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?
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
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!