In the shadowed depths of NorthRidge's ancient forest, Logan, the powerful alpha, rules with an iron will. Feared for his ruthless ways and mysterious past, Logan has built walls around himself, revealing nothing to anyone. But when Freya-a timid yet resilient hybrid omega-is sold to him to settle her father's debts, Logan's carefully constructed world begins to crack. Initially, he sees her as nothing more than a burden, a mere transaction. Yet Freya's quiet strength and kindness start chipping away at the barriers Logan has put up. Freya's new life in NorthRidge is fraught with challenges. Every day, she confronts her fear of Logan, whose temper is as sharp as his fangs. Yet, an undeniable connection between the lingers-a bond that feels older than time, drawing them together despite their differences. As days pass, Logan's hardened exterior softens, despite his efforts to resist the bond growing between them. But dark forces lurk in NorthRidge. Kia, a rogue wolf with a vendetta against Logan, warns Freya of the dark truths hidden in Logan's past. "Do you really know who he is?" Kia's taunts carry an edge that Freya can't ignore. "Once you find out, will you stay by his side? Or will the truth drive you away?"Then, on a stormy night, she decides to confront him, determined to know the truth. She finds him in the shadows, his gaze distant, as if waging an internal battle. "Tell me the truth, Logan," she whispers, voice trembling yet resolute. "Who are you really?" He steps closer, eyes clouded with a darkness she's never seen. "Are you sure you want to know?" His voice is a low, dangerous murmur. "Because once you do, there's no going back." Freya realizes that her choice may seal her fate. She can turn and flee, abandoning the only life she knows-or stay and uncover the dark truth that could shatter everything. As the shadows close in, a question reverberates in her mind: Is she prepared to face the monster she might uncover?
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"In a few days, she'll be out of our lives for good."
I gripped the plate tightly, my knuckles whitening as I scrubbed it under the lukewarm water. The voice in the hall was unmistakable: my stepmother, Lycril, discussing something in hushed tones. Her words cut through the air, and an odd chill traveled down my spine.
With each passing day, my body felt weaker, the bruises multiplying, as though my skin had become a canvas for the fury of those I called family. My mother's love had shielded me once, but her death had left me defenseless. Now, in my own father's house, I worked day and night as if I were less than human, scraping by to earn even a roof over my head.
The murmur of voices drew me closer, curiosity pulling me despite my fear. Setting the plate down, I dried my hands, tiptoeing to hear more. I needed to know-needed some understanding of why my life felt more like a punishment.
"Think he'll take her right away?" Lycril's voice dripped with satisfaction. "It's about time we made something of her."
My breath hitched. Made something of me?
Then, Richard, my father's deep, gruff tone: "Once he sees her, it's his call. And then we'll have enough to clear the debts."
Debts? And him? Who was he talking about? A sick dread twisted in my stomach. My pulse quickened, and I pressed myself against the wall to stay hidden.
But I wasn't alone.
"Well, well, sneaking around again, are we?" Enzo's voice slid through the silence, his gaze heavy with that unsettling, possessive gleam.
I tried to pull away as he cornered me, my body recoiling instinctively. "Enzo, please-"
But he grabbed my wrist, his grip strong, pulling me closer until his breath was hot against my cheek. "Just look at you," he whispered, his hand tracing the edge of my jaw. "Maybe I should be the one to take you off their hands."
My skin crawled. His eyes roved over me, igniting a disgust so deep I wanted to scream.
I yanked myself free, fury sparking in me just long enough to land a hard slap across his face. The sting in my palm was worth it as shock flashed across his face, but it vanished quickly, replaced by a snarl.
"Such a little wolf without claws." He spat at me, eyes blazing, and I could see it-the revenge glinting in his gaze. He would make me pay for that.
As though summoned by the noise, Lycril stormed out, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. "And you," she snapped at me. "Didn't I tell you to stay in the kitchen?"
I tried to explain, but she was faster. Her hand struck my face, a slap that left my cheek burning and my head spinning.
"She was eavesdropping," Enzo said, his smirk returning. "Maybe you should teach her what happens to snoops."
Without warning, Lycril grabbed the edge of my hair, yanking me to the floor. "It's time you learned to stay out of things that don't concern you," she hissed, reaching for her favorite horsewhip. I could see Enzo's smirk deepening, and even Amanda lingered nearby, a cold satisfaction in her eyes. They all wanted me to suffer.
I struggled, desperate to break free, but they held me down. I couldn't breathe, could hardly see past the pain as she brought down the whip across my back. I bit my lip, determined not to give them the satisfaction of my screams, even as tears stung my eyes.
Then, my father's voice cut through the haze of pain. "Enough," he commanded, his presence looming in the doorway, his eyes cold and calculating. But the relief I felt was short-lived.
"Lie her flat on the floor," he said, his tone almost bored. "We don't want her to look too bruised. We're sending her to the NorthRidge pack in a few hours."
I froze, the words chilling me to the bone. NorthRidge pack?
I'd heard of it, of the infamous Alpha Xavier. Stories of his brutal conquests, his ruthlessness toward enemies, the chilling fate of those who crossed him-all of it was legend. And they were sending me to him?
My father crouched down beside me, his hand clamping onto my chin as he forced me to look into his cold, unfeeling eyes. "You're going to serve him, Freya. This is your chance to be worth something."
The horror settled in, its weight suffocating me. I choked out a plea, my words trembling. "Please, don't send me there. I'll do anything... anything, just don't make me go-"
But my words were futile. Lycril's laugh cut through, high-pitched and mocking. "You'll leave tonight, Freya. The Alpha is paying handsomely, and we'll be free of you."
My father released his grip, shoving me back. I crumpled onto the floor, the broken pieces of myself lying in their shadows. My head spun, the realization sinking deeper. This was my fate-to be handed off, traded like an object.
As I lay there, my cheek pressed against the cold floor, I could hear them, their voices fading as they left me alone.
But just before they disappeared completely, Lycril's words echoed: "Let's hope she lasts the night. They say he doesn't go easy on his new servants."
The darkness closed in, my pulse a slow, terrified beat. And somewhere, deep in that darkness, a whisper of resolve stirred.
Somehow, I would survive. And when I did, I would make them pay.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
On their wedding night, Rogelio wrapped his fingers around Marian's neck and spat at her, "Congratulations! From now on, you live in hell!" The reason for his wrath was that he believed she was responsible for the death of his elder brother. So, he married her but refused to touch her, determined to make her suffer for the rest of her pitiful life! However, due to an unforeseen accident, Marian was forced to sleep with Rogelio in order to save him, and she ended up getting pregnant. Concealing her pregnancy, Marian lived cautiously under Rogelio's watchful eyes. He hated her and relentlessly humiliated her, yet he would never allow anyone else to lay a finger on her— "Mr. Bailey, your wife got into a fight with someone!" Rogelio secretly took action, eliminating that person completely. "Sir, your wife claimed that all of your family's wealth belongs to her!" Rogelio quietly transferred all the shares to her. Unaware of all this, Marian only wanted to escape, but Rogelio pulled her into his warm embrace, whispering, "Mrs. Bailey, where do you intend to go with our unborn child?"
"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?