For three years, I waited to become the perfect Luna for my pack, to give the Alpha an heir. Three years of lies, of being the outsider in someone else's love story. Three years of grieving the loss of my baby and plotting revenge against the man who disfigured my face and ruined my womb. I had two choices: die at the hands of my own pack or escape and survive. I chose to hide and live. The Lycan King, Fenrir Lycros-the most bloodthirsty, ruthless ruler to ever lead the werewolves with an iron fist-made me his personal maid. It was the most dangerous role I could have, where even the slightest mistake could cost me my life. But no one from my past would think to look for me here. "Always be submissive, don't speak unless spoken to, don't listen, don't see anything, don't disturb the Lycan or you will die," were the simple rules I followed. I thought I was doing well-until one day, the King made me an offer I couldn't refuse. "Do you want me to save those people? Then give yourself to me tonight. Be my woman. I desire you, and I know you feel the same. Just once, Raven, only once..." But it wasn't just once. Passion turned into something deeper, something neither of us could deny. That cold, untamable man had somehow conquered my heart as well. However, when the past returned to haunt me and the truth about my birth came to light, I faced another choice: run from the Lycan King or wait for his mercy. "I'm sorry, but this time, I won't lose my pups again-not even for you, Fenrir Lycros."
SAVANNAH
As I sat in the dimly lit clinic, the scent of antiseptic filling my senses, I couldn't shake the growing knot of anxiety in my stomach. The soft hum of the ultrasound machine filled the room, and Naomi, our pack's healer, carefully spread the cool gel across my belly. My thoughts spiraled as I gripped the edge of the examination bed, my mind racing with questions I wasn't ready to face.
Was this really happening? Could the gods have finally blessed me with the one thing I had longed for more than anything?
I had spent years trying to ignore the ache in my heart whenever I saw pups running around the packhouse, laughing with their mothers. I had always put on a brave face, telling myself that maybe this was just my fate, that the Moon Goddess had other plans for me and Ragnar.
But this... this could change everything.
I glanced nervously at Naomi, who was intensely focused on the screen, her brows furrowed in concentration. The seconds felt like hours as I waited for her to speak, my heart thudding in my chest.
Finally, she looked up, her expression softening into a warm smile.
"Are you... are you sure, Naomi?" My voice trembled as I asked her.
My heart raced with joy.
"Very sure, Luna. Look here, on the ultrasound. This tiny dark spot, that's your baby. You're pregnant."
She pointed to the screen, and I saw the fragile life of my pup forming inside me.
"Why haven't I been able to smell it, or its father?" I asked, worried.
"It's still very recent, that could be why. Give it a few more days, and you should start sensing its pheromones."
I nodded, tears filling my eyes.
I was the Luna of the SilverMoon Pack. Three years ago, I had married the man I loved more than anything, even though we weren't fated mates-my Alpha, Ragnar.
I had devoted myself entirely to being the perfect Luna, the pillar Ragnar could rely on. But a shadow hung over our marriage-the issue of an heir.
I had never gotten pregnant before, and I knew I hadn't spent much time with Ragnar in bed lately, but I understood his duties as Alpha kept him stressed and busy.
"Please, don't tell anyone in the pack. I want to surprise my alpha."
"Don't worry, Luna. My lips are sealed. Congratulations!" Naomi smiled warmly, and I returned her smile, brimming with excitement.
Despite not being originally from this pack-an outsider taken in after my parents' deaths-I had never felt rejected or despised.
It was why I had dedicated myself to my role as Luna. I was grateful for the life I had, and for the wonderful man I was married to.
***
"What's with all this food? Is there a party or something?"
"Hands off!" I smacked away Silvina's greedy hands as she sneaked into the kitchen.
"Oh wow, puff pastry tarts and everything!" She plopped onto a stool; her eyes wide.
I had gone all out today, but I wanted everything to be perfect.
All of Ragnar's favorite dishes were ready!
"Well, it's our anniversary today. I'm planning a private dinner to celebrate," I said, stirring the caramel on the stove before turning off the heat.
Silvina didn't respond, and I glanced at her, curious.
"What's wrong?"
"N... nothing... it's just, I heard the Alpha had an emergency today. Didn't he tell you?"
I frowned. Ragnar rarely talked much about his work. I assumed it was to avoid stressing me out.
"No, but he'll be back. He knows today is special."
I said this with full confidence, but she looked at me strangely.
Silvina had been acting distant lately. I couldn't quite figure her out. Still, she had been the first to befriend me in this pack and had always supported me.
I valued her deeply as a friend.
"Silvi, there's something I want to tell you, but... I'll wait until tomorrow. It's really important," I said, eager to share the news, but wanting to tell Ragnar first.
"Really? You can't tell me now?" she leaned forward, munching on a homemade cookie, her curiosity piqued.
"No, no. Tomorrow. I promise you'll be the second to know," I replied, happiness practically radiating off me.
"Fine, keep your mystery. I've got things to do. Happy anniversary night," she said, sounding annoyed as she left the kitchen the same way she entered.
I glanced at the clock. I still had time.
Removing my apron, I headed upstairs to shower and get dressed.
Tonight has to be perfect. I want to celebrate the evening with my beloved mate in the best way possible.
I glanced at the clock for what felt like the thousandth time, slumped on the couch. It was past midnight, and Ragnar still hadn't arrived.
I surveyed the cold, untouched dishes on the dining table and, with a resigned sigh, headed to reheat them.
As I was in the middle of it, I heard the front door open and close. His distinctive scent wafted through the air, tickling my nose and warming my belly.
I smoothed out my burgundy dress and touched up my hair in the hallway mirror. My midnight-black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and my intensely blue eyes, perfectly made up, stared back at me.
I made my way to the entryway, where I saw my imposing Alpha walking through the door.
"My love, how was your day? A lot of work, right?" I took his coat from him, eager to hang it up.
I noticed a folder in his hand, but I assumed it was just pack business.
I moved to kiss him, but he stepped back.
"I'm sweaty and dirty from the road. Don't soil yourself," he said, his honey-colored eyes-so intense and yet so cold-looking at me.
It was just part of his nature. Since inheriting the alpha title so young after his father's death, he had carried too many responsibilities.
His blonde hair was messily tousled in a way that was somehow sexy, and it looked damp. I caught a whiff of an unfamiliar body wash. Why would he have showered before coming home?
"Of course... give me a second, and I'll heat up the dinner. You must be hungry..."
"I'm not hungry. Savannah, we need to talk."
"But the dinner..."
"Forget the dinner. Let's go to the living room; I need to tell you something," his authoritative tone made my heart skip a beat.
I followed him, my worry escalating with each step. I slipped my hand into my skirt pocket and retrieved the folded document that announced my pregnancy.
"Why is the table full of dishes? Were you going to throw a party?" he asked, glancing at the dining room. My heart tightened.
"Darling, I know you've been swamped with pack matters, but don't tell me you forgot our anniversary. Today marks three years since we bonded," I said, sinking onto the couch.
I expected him to sit beside me, but instead, he took the armchair across from me. Ragnar had never been the clingy type, but today he seemed distant and indifferent.
Alarm bells rang in my head.
"Of course, I remembered. You can't imagine how long I've been waiting for our third anniversary," he said, though his voice lacked excitement.
I knew everything would change once I shared my news. The pack elders had been pressuring him to have an heir, and I was certain he'd be overjoyed when he heard about the pup.
"I'll be quick because I can't stand this any longer..."
"Wait! Wait, Ragnar, I have something to show you first, and then you can tell me what you need to," I interrupted him, sensing that his next words might be troubling.
I lowered my head, pulled out the folded paper from my pocket, smoothed it out, and handed it to him, my excitement palpable.
He took it, setting it on the coffee table as he started to read. I watched him nervously, hoping for the same joy and happiness I felt.
"I'm pregnant! We're going to have a pup. I'll give you an heir for the pack. I'm sure the Goddess has blessed us with a boy!"
I couldn't hold it in any longer and blurted it out. I stood, tears brimming in my eyes, and circled the table to hug him.
But despite my love and naivety, his reaction was far from what I expected from the father of my child.
"Are you sure about this, or is it some kind of trick to keep me by your side?" he asked, suddenly standing and pushing me away as I reached for him.
"Ragnar... of course, I'm sure. Look, it's the seal of the pack doctor. Why would I lie about something so important? My love, what's wrong? What's going on, my Alpha?"
"No, no, damn it!" he shouted, pacing the living room like a caged wolf. "This can't be happening, not right now!"
"Ragnar..."
"Did you tell my mother? Did you tell anyone?" he demanded, grabbing my shoulders tightly.
"N-no, my love, I was waiting for you to be the first to know. I thought... you'd be happy. I know they've been pressuring you. Alpha, you don't have to be so tense anymore. We're going to have our family."
I lifted my trembling hand to caress his cheek, but he only stared at me with his golden eyes, saying nothing.
I couldn't read his expression.
"It's true, it's true, I've been very stressed. I'm sorry," he suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace, and I finally exhaled in relief, returning his hug tenderly.
For a moment, I feared he wasn't happy about the pregnancy.
"We'll get through this together, my Alpha. I'll be the perfect Luna so that no one can point fingers at you," I whispered, lifting my head.
I wanted to kiss him, to feel his love as we hadn't in a long time.
"Let's go out. Let's have an anniversary night like it should be-wild and without limits."
He suddenly suggested, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the back of our house, which bordered the pack's forest.
"Shift into your wolf," he commanded, undressing as he spoke.
He was so sexy and strong. His hair glimmered under the moonlight, and I began the transformation into my 'wolf"-one of the biggest lies and secrets of my life, even Ragnar didn't know.
We ran freely through the pack's lands. I noticed we were drifting farther and farther away, even crossing borders, but I just kept following Ragnar's enormous white wolf as he bounded ahead.
We arrived at a remote spot at the foot of a deep cliff. The moon shone brightly overhead, and the forested landscape stretched out below us.
"Where is this? We're outside our pack; aren't we trespassing?"
I asked, looking out into the distance from the edge, now back in human form, but no one answered.
Unease grew inside me. I turned to leave, but something felt off. A crow cawed in the distance, but it was already too late.
"Do... Ragnar, what...?! Aaaaaaaahh!" I screamed as I felt wolf claws sinking into my abdomen, tearing deeply.
I tried to run, panic gripping me. I attempted to shift into my wolf form to escape into the forest, but I couldn't flee from this rabid Alpha wolf, who glared at me with blood-red eyes filled with hatred.
"Ahhh, let go of me! Ragnar, what are you doing, what are you doing?! Aaahhhh...! Help, help!" He leapt on top of me as I tried to escape.
Claudia often criticizes her life situation. She grew up living with her grandmother and her younger brother. She studies hard to secure a good job for her family’s future. She always thought of marrying someone rich or well-to-do, a life that she can live with certainty every day. She met Marcus de Santis, a construction worker - tall, sturdy, handsome, and close to her family. He even stole her first kiss! When he began to court her, Claudia almost forgot what she was dreaming about. Until she accidentally met Martin Lawson. Due to a confused mind, she chose Martin, a perfect prince. But what if regret is all she feels since they got together? How can she mend the hearts that have been broken? And what if, one day, she discovers that Marcus de Santis is not just an ordinary person, but his real identity as the heir of a prominent family has remained a secret?
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It was a sin to love him. It was a sin to desire him. She was his forbidden pleasure. She was his forbidden fruit. It was never right because she was the wife of his billionaire brother. Excerpt: He glanced at her, frowning. "What did you say?" She angrily squinted at him. "Lie on the floor. If you don't respect me, respect Lennox. I'm his wife." His stares became cold. "Respect?" He smirked coldly. "If I didn't respect him, you might be naked right now moaning my name." She couldn't look straight at him. "Lincoln, get out of…." "Look at me, Lorelei." She needed to be brave in front of him, or else he would be able to handle her again. So, she looked into his deep tantalizing eyes. Her throat was dry. "W-what?" She wanted to slap herself for stuttering. Stuttering in front of Lincoln Del Piero was a sign of weakness. And this evil man would exploit it. "Tell me, Lorelei," his hot breath hit her face, "If Lennox wasn't your husband, would you undress for me? Would you let me see your beautiful naked body? Would you let me penetrate you?"
Warning: Mature content 18+ Dedicated and hardworking, Julia Winston is known to be the only PA who lasted with the ruthless Billionaire of Steele Empire, Robert Steele. They called him the devil in a business suit. He is a control freak and a perfectionist. —And so, when his fiancée leaves him after catching him and Julia naked on his bed—all because of a drunken blunder—hell twitches to break loose. He’s determined to make Julia suffer— wrecked her for the rest of her life. But when Robert suddenly becomes silent for years, everyone believes he’s moved on in the end and forgot about that drunken night. But when he finds out that Julia hiding their Billionaire’s daughter from him for years, the anger that he once felt for her reappears in an instant. “No more weddings going on. Goodbye, Robert,” Camila said and quickly left the room. Robert just stared at the ring. He looks serious and doesn’t really move. I was nervous about what he could do to me. I knew my boss. I knew how ruthless he was. And I know he can’t forgive me for what happened. I jumped so hard that Robert threw the ring and cursed loudly. “Goddammit!” He quickly got in front of me and without warning strangled my neck tightly. I held his hand when I felt the pain. I buried my nails in his hand and fought — just in case he let go of my neck but it didn’t happen. “Remember this, fucking bitch. I..I will make your life a living hell. I will torture you until you beg me to just kill you. Be ready then.” Robert violently released my neck before quickly getting dressed and leaving the room.
Warning: Mature content 18+ Alyssa Brown Scotham. Alex Lambert Hampton. To join their family businesses, twenty-five-year-old hotel heiress Alyssa forced into a arrange marriage, did not get any attention and love from her emotionless and distant husband, Lambert, who had never liked her from the beginning. Because of Lambert Ex-girlfriend. Disdain everything, she was happy because Lambert was exactly the man of her sweet dreams she created in her mind. But as days and months passed by and yet she did not receive a hint of love from Lambert, she ended up having an affair, find happiness in the arms of another man, worsening their already complicated-relationship. She now had to pay for her mistakes and try to fix what was broken in the first place. But what if she’s already too late to earn her husband’s love and trust back…? “Lambert, I’m sorry.” I emphasized my word so that he would feel I was serious. “Please. What do you want me to do just so you can forgive me?” He pushed me slightly away from him and shot me a sharp and frightening look. “Be my sex slave then.”
Eliza Greer was abandoned by her mother, raised in an orphanage, and sold to the Burns family at 19. Even though she marries Mason Burns, the other people in the Burns family look down on her for her poor identity and want to try every way to bully her. Unexpectedly, they all failed. Eliza's hidden identities are gradually revealed in one incident after another, which astonishes everyone.
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For two years, Bryan only saw Eileen as an assistant. She needed money for her mother's treatment, and he thought she'd never leave because of it. To him, it seemed fair to offer her financial help in exchange for sex. However, Bryan didn't expect to fall for her. Eileen confronted him, "You love someone else, yet you always sleep with me? You're despicable!" The moment she slammed the divorce papers down, he realized she was the the mysterious wife he married six years ago. Determined to win her back, Bryan lavished her with affection. When others mocked her origins, he gave her all his wealth, happy to be the supportive husband. Now a celebrated CEO, Eileen had everything, but Bryan found himself lost in another whirlwind...
I ran after I died. The moon goddess gave me another chance to live. Married to a ruthless Lycan that was rumored to be cursed by the moon goddess herself. But I was killed by his minion... behind the bars of her torment... A new story began and he battled with his demons, in a world where truth was far fetched. I was his pawn, his toy, his game...until I discovered one night, when I was soaked in blood that I regretted the day I met him. I'd given up the Lycan beast, to marry a monster. I fled from the Alpha of Bloodmoon Park, the gruesome Lycan that every person feared, to be with this man that seemed soft at first glance. It made me wonder, what if I had stayed? The gruesome Lycan might be fearsome but I never heard him pierce a woman's heart with his claw. In a world where wolves howled at the moon and the lines between man and beast are blurred, danger lurked through the shadows, after the day I married the beast that visited my bed every night. Caught in a web of betrayal and deceit, the man I had fallen in love with had become the monster I wished I could flee from. A deadly threat to my life especially when I realized he was getting married to my step sister, the same girl that made my life hell when I was an omega. I wished I could get my revenge, but how could I, when I was lying in a pool of my own blood, dead? Will the goddess grant me another chance?
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Andrea Deciding that I was going to skip a day at work so I could have first time sex with my boyfriend seemed like the most absurd decision I could ever make. Or at least that was what I'd thought. Until I'd walked in on my said boyfriend cheating on me with some redhead and decided to get my revenge by losing my virginity to his wealthy billionaire father instead. Crazy, right? Trust me, I know. Like that's not enough, things take a drastic turn for the worst after I realized I was in love with him and pregnant with his child. Before I could get the chance to come clean about every including my feelings formhim and the pregnancy, he finds out about my trickery. Alejandro's not one to condone being lied to and deceived so he immediately tells me he doesn't want to see me again. So what do I do? I pack up and leave the country. But it seems like the universe isn't done with us just yet. . . Alejandro I should have known better than to get involved with someone way younger than me. It was something I've never done before. But like the saying goes, there's a first time for everything. The first time I met Andrea I was captivated by her beauty. More than that there was this innocence in her that called out to me like a moth to a flame. I ignored all the warnings in my head and went after what I wanted. And what I wanted was her. Unfortunately what she wanted was revenge against my son. I told myself that it had to be some kind of mistake. There was no way she had been playing with my feelings and planning some silly revenge this whole time. But she had. It had taken a surprise visit from my son for me to find out her true intentions. Even then it had been hard to believe it. But I couldn't deny that she'd fooled me real good alright. So naturally I cut ties with her. And that's supposed to be the end, right? Wrong. Turns out that our story was never destined to end just there. . .