Elena Raines has spent her life running from the past-haunted by the night her parents vanished in the wilderness of Coldmoor Ridge. When she returns to the eerie mountain town to settle their estate, she encounters Adrian Blackthorne, a mysterious stranger with piercing amber eyes and a warning she can't ignore: "You don't belong here after dark." Adrian is the Alpha of a pack cursed to hunt under every full moon, bound by an ancient pact with a powerful witch. Elena's return stirs memories he's tried to bury, and a forbidden connection neither can resist. As shadows from the past resurface and a ruthless hunter targets the pack, Elena must uncover the truth about her parents-and her own ties to the wolves of Coldmoor. Can love break the curse, or will the darkness claim her soul?
Elena Raines tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her knuckles whitening as the winding road led her deeper into the shadowy expanse of Coldmoor Ridge. The towering pines stretched toward the sky, their serrated edges slicing into the fading light of dusk. She glanced at the map on the passenger seat, though she didn't need it. Every turn, every jagged rock, was burned into her memory. She had vowed never to return to this place. Yet here she was, seventeen years after her parents vanished, driving into the heart of the very woods that had swallowed them whole.
The sound of gravel crunching beneath her tires filled the silence. Her rental car's headlights carved faint paths through the thickening fog, revealing a crumbling wooden sign: *Welcome to Coldmoor Ridge.* The letters were weathered and peeling, as though even they wanted to disappear.
Coldmoor Ridge hadn't changed much. The small town nestled at the base of the mountain remained cloaked in an air of mystery, its narrow streets and rustic buildings exuding a timelessness that felt both quaint and oppressive. She passed the gas station with its flickering neon sign, the diner she used to visit with her parents, and the general store with its sagging roof.
The estate lay on the outskirts, a sprawling Victorian house her parents had left behind. She hadn't set foot in it since their disappearance. In the years that followed, the house had been locked up, waiting for someone to claim it.
Elena parked at the foot of the driveway, the looming silhouette of the house rising before her. Its once-bright white paint had faded to a sickly gray, and ivy crawled up its sides like skeletal fingers. She stepped out of the car, pulling her coat tighter against the evening chill. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, mingled with something faintly metallic she couldn't place.
Her boots crunched over the gravel as she approached the front door. The lock clicked open with a push of the rusted key she'd found in the envelope the lawyer sent. The door groaned on its hinges, protesting her return. Inside, the scent of dust and neglect hit her, mingled with a faint trace of something floral-lavender, her mother's favorite.
The entryway was just as she remembered, though layered with decay. A grand staircase swept up to the second floor, its banister covered in cobwebs. She hesitated, memories threatening to overwhelm her. Her father's laughter, her mother's soft hums, the warmth of their presence-it all seemed to linger, ghostlike.
A soft creak echoed from the floor above. Her breath hitched. She froze, ears straining for another sound. The house settled with a groan, the noise brushing aside her suspicion. Still, unease prickled at her skin.
Her hand instinctively reached for her phone, though the lawyer had warned her cell reception was unreliable in these parts. She clicked on the flashlight app, its beam cutting through the gloom. Dust motes danced in the light as she ventured deeper into the house.
The study was her first stop, a room lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. Her father had spent hours here, pouring over thick tomes about local legends and folklore. She scanned the shelves, her eyes falling on an old leather-bound journal tucked behind a row of books. Pulling it free, she flipped it open, revealing her father's neat handwriting.
*The Howlbound. A curse tied to the wolves of Coldmoor Ridge, bound to the witch who cursed them...*
The journal's contents were as cryptic as she remembered. Her father had been obsessed with the legend of the Howlbound, believing it to be the key to understanding the strange happenings in the woods. Elena had always dismissed it as his eccentricity, a way to cope with the town's mysteries.
A loud bang from the kitchen shattered her focus. The journal slipped from her hands, its pages fanning open on the floor. Heart pounding, she stepped into the hallway, her flashlight trembling as she moved toward the noise.
The kitchen door swung on its hinges, banging softly against the frame. The wind must have caught it. She stepped closer to latch it shut, her eyes scanning the darkened backyard beyond the broken glass pane.
A shadow moved at the edge of the tree line.
She froze, her breath catching in her throat. The shape was massive, too large to be a person. It stood perfectly still, its silhouette blending into the darkness. Then, as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished into the woods.
Elena stumbled back, her chest tightening. Coldmoor Ridge had always been known for its wolves. She told herself that's all it was-just a wolf, curious about the intruder on its territory.
The thought did little to calm her.
She bolted the kitchen door, her fingers fumbling with the lock. When she turned, a low growl reverberated through the house. The sound wasn't coming from outside-it was inside, a deep, guttural noise that raised the hair on her arms.
The growl echoed again, this time from the living room. Elena crept toward the sound, her pulse thundering in her ears.
The beam of her flashlight landed on a pair of glowing amber eyes.
A massive wolf stood in the center of the room, its fur black as midnight and its gaze locked on hers. It didn't move, didn't snarl or lunge. It simply stared, its presence radiating a strange, unnerving calm.
Elena's instincts screamed at her to run, but her legs wouldn't obey. She clutched the flashlight like a lifeline, the beam trembling as it illuminated the creature's powerful frame.
The wolf took a step forward, its paws silent on the hardwood floor.
"Stay back," she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction.
The wolf stopped, its head tilting slightly as if it understood her words. For a moment, they were locked in a standoff, the air between them thick with tension. Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the wolf turned and leaped through the broken window, disappearing into the night.
Elena sank to the floor, her legs giving out beneath her. She struggled to catch her breath, her mind racing to make sense of what she'd just seen.
It wasn't just the size of the wolf that unsettled her. It was the way it looked at her-intelligent, almost human.
Her father's words from his journal echoed in her mind- "The wolves of Coldmoor Ridge are not what they seem."
In the stillness that followed, the howl of a wolf pierced the night, long and mournful. It was joined by another, and another, until the forest was alive with their cries.
Elena wrapped her arms around herself, staring at the broken window. She had come here for answers, but now she wasn't sure she wanted them. Something was lurking in Coldmoor Ridge, something that had been waiting for her return, and it wasn't going to let her leave.
In the isolated village of Ravenspire, the Blood Moon looms, signaling the return of a terrifying curse. Elise Thorn, a fiercely independent blacksmith's apprentice, has always dismissed the tales of werewolves and ancient rivalries-until a vicious attack leaves her with a mark that binds her to the creatures she despises. As she navigates her transformation, Elise discovers she is part of a bloodline destined to stop a sinister force that awakens every Blood Moon. She must join forces with Kade, an enigmatic alpha hiding a dark secret, to uncover the truth behind their shared fate. But as alliances crumble and enemies close in, Elise learns that saving her people may require the ultimate sacrifice.
Lady Eveline of Ashford is a noblewoman whose life is upended when her family's lands are threatened by a rival lord. To secure peace, she is promised in marriage to a mysterious knight, Sir Gareth of Blackmoor, known for his skill in battle and his cold, distant demeanor. As Eveline and Gareth are drawn together by duty, their relationship begins to shift from one of obligation to one of passionate devotion. But in the shadows, an ancient enemy lurks, threatening not just their future but the fragile peace they've fought so hard to maintain. Can they overcome their differences and the challenges of their past to build a love worthy of a kingdom?
Chloe Rivers is a determined, no-nonsense businesswoman who has worked hard to establish herself in the corporate world. But when she meets Nicholas Hawke, the brooding heir to one of the world's largest empires, her well-ordered life is thrown into chaos. Nicholas is everything Chloe has been taught to avoid: powerful, unpredictable, and dangerously charismatic. When their families' companies merge, Chloe finds herself reluctantly drawn into a passionate affair with Nicholas, even though she knows it could cost her everything she's worked for. As the line between professional and personal blurs, Chloe must decide whether to protect her career or follow her heart. Will love destroy them both, or will their dangerous desires lead them to something deeper?
On her wedding night, Natalie's stepmother set her up to marry Jarvis, a disfigured and disabled man. Fortunately, she managed to escape, but little did she know that later she would fall for the man she was betrothed to.Jarvis pretended to be a poor man, but he didn't think that he'd fall head over heels for this woman.Their life went on until one day, Natalie found out her boyfriend's little secret."Huh? How could you have billions of dollars' worth of assets?" she asked in disbelief.Jarvis didn’t know how to respond.Being met with silence, she gritted her teeth angrily. "They said that you couldn't walk, but as far as I can see, you're strong enough to run a marathon."Still, he remained silent.Natalie continued, "They even said that you only have a few years to live. What about now?"Finally, Jarvis opened his mouth to explain. "Honey, this is all just a misunderstanding. Please calm down. Think about the baby.""Jarvis Braxton!"The man knelt down immediately.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
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."
Renea was trying the wedding dress, when suddenly the man rushed in the dressing room and held her neck tightly... “Bitch! Are you still trying to pretend innocent!” Jasper said as he tightened his grip on her neck and choked her harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea… However, what was even more shocking, was that the woman in the video was, Renea Morris, however, the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to take a phone away from Jasper’s hand and tried to explain, “Jasper, it was not what you think… I… I can…” Jasper looked at Renea with his eyes full of disgust, as he said, “Let’s call of the wedding. I can’t marry a woman like you.” After saying that Jasper walked out of the shop Renea chase after Jasper... But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the vipers of the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adopted parents were also involved in this matter... They all do this with her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose their true colors to the public... However before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she got killed... However, when Renea open her eyes, she found herself sitting in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went at the time when everything started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled up in a cold smile... She was back... However, this time... she was back for revenge...
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?
Alcohol and heartbreak are definitely not a good combo.Too bad I learnt that a little too late. I’m Tessa Beckett and I painfully got dumped by my boyfriend of three years.That led me to getting drunk at a bar and having a one-night stand with a stranger.Before he would see me as a slut the next day,I paid him for the sex and deeply insulted his ability to please me. But this stranger turned out to be my new boss!