She never intended to collide with the most dangerous bad boy at her school. Already trying to stay under the radar from those ruthless werewolves, she felt different from them. Born into the most powerful pack and carrying a royal bloodline, she knew she didn't belong. She couldn't shift like they did; despite not being an omega, she was the weakest of her kind. But her real struggle was that she was blind. That fateful day marked the beginning of her suffering. She had never dreamed of her mate, convinced he would reject her upon discovering her perceived uselessness. All she had was her wolf instincts, which helped her navigate the school, pretending to be normal. No one knew her secret-no one noticed her. Until that day...
Isabella.
That day was absolutely awful, a day I would never forget. It was last week when everything spiraled out of control in the corridor next to the lockers between me and the prince, Noah Black! Hamm. Dammit. Ever since that incident, I have been hiding away in my room, pretending to be sick. My parents, bless their hearts, didn't force me to go to school. I thought it might be easier to just stay hidden, but deep down, I knew I had to let it go and face my fears. After all, I was in my senior year, and I couldn't just forget everything because of the prince Noah. That dreadful day continued to replay in my mind, tormenting me endlessly. I tried to push the memories away, but they persistently clawed their way back to the surface. The confrontation with Noah had shaken me to my core, leaving me questioning everything I thought I knew about myself and my place in the world. I couldn't fathom how someone like him, destined to rule the kingdom of werewolves, could possibly be my mate. The very idea seemed preposterous, yet there was no denying the intense connection I had felt in that moment.
Since that day, I have been suffering from relentless nightmares. They haunt me every night, replaying the events over and over in my mind-the shock of colliding with Noah, the harshness of his words, and the overwhelming sense of humiliation that followed. I toss and turn, desperate for a moment of peace, but the memories refuse to release their grip on my subconscious. Each morning, I wake up exhausted, my heart heavy with the weight of the incident. I find myself questioning my own strength, wondering if I have the courage to face Noah and the rest of the school after what transpired. The nightmares serve as a constant reminder of my vulnerability, and I fear that I may never be able to escape their hold. But deep down, I know that I cannot allow this single event to define me. I must find a way to confront my fears and reclaim my sense of self, no matter how daunting the task may seem.
Flashback-
"What the fuck! Are you fucking blind, idiot?! Watch your fucking path!" He yelled at me, and my heart raced violently in my chest. I couldn't tell if I was feeling fear or nervousness, or if it was just him-his presence, his voice, his scent-that had such a profound effect on me. I stood there, frozen in place, as his words echoed in my mind. The intensity of his anger was palpable, and I found myself shrinking under the weight of his gaze. I wanted to apologize, to explain myself, but the words caught in my throat. I was paralyzed by the realization that this man, the one I had heard so much about, the infamous prince known for his ruthless demeanor, could possibly be my mate. The thought seemed impossible, yet the undeniable connection between us was impossible to ignore. My heart pounded furiously, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation.
No way! He can't be my mate! The guy I had heard so much about, known for being a total jerk?! Me and him together? But he was supposed to rule the kingdom of werewolves soon! The very idea seemed absurd, like a cruel twist of fate. I had always imagined my mate to be someone kind, compassionate, and understanding-qualities that Noah Black seemed to lack entirely. How could the universe have chosen him for me? I couldn't wrap my mind around it. The thought of being tied to someone so callous and unforgiving made my stomach churn with dread. I had heard the stories of his cruelty, his quick temper, and his disregard for others. He was the embodiment of everything I despised in the werewolf hierarchy, and yet, here I was, face-to-face with the possibility that he was my destined partner. It was a bitter pill to swallow, and I found myself desperately searching for any other explanation, any way to escape this terrible reality.
I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly, I felt a rough hand pushing me down hard to the floor. "Are you fucking ignoring me?! I'm the strongest alpha ever! Don't you know who I am? And why the hell do I feel so mad right now? Why are my heartbeats so loud and strong?" He shouted, his voice tinged with a deep growl that sent shivers down my spine. The force of his push sent me tumbling to the ground, my body colliding with the hard surface beneath me. Pain shot through my limbs, but it was nothing compared to the shame and humiliation that washed over me. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the hallway boring into me, their whispers and snickers echoing in my ears. I wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and escape this nightmare. But Noah's words kept me rooted in place, his anger and confusion mirroring my own. He seemed just as perplexed by the intensity of his emotions as I was, and I couldn't help but wonder if he, too, was grappling with the possibility of our connection. But his aggression and lack of empathy only served to deepen my fear and uncertainty.
I gulped nervously, trying to crawl on the floor in a desperate attempt to stand up, but my feet betrayed me. "Move your ass now from my way!" He shouted again in an authoritative tone that left no room for disobedience. My hands scrambled against the smooth surface, seeking purchase, but my legs remained uncooperative. I could feel the heat of Noah's gaze burning into my back as I struggled to right myself, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His words cut through me like a knife, the harshness of his tone leaving no doubt as to his disdain for me. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I was trying my best, that I couldn't control the way my body was reacting. But the words lodged in my throat, choked by the fear that gripped me. I had never felt so powerless, so utterly at the mercy of another person. And the fact that it was Noah, the man who could potentially be my mate, only made the situation that much more unbearable.
I cursed under my breath, feeling utterly humiliated. He hollered back, "What the hell did you just say?" His voice was like thunder, reverberating through the hallway and making me flinch. I couldn't believe that this was happening, that I was being subjected to such cruelty in front of my peers. I wanted to stand up for myself, to tell him off and put him in his place. But the words that came out of my mouth were barely audible, a feeble attempt at defiance. "I said I'm trying to get up. Just go." My voice trembled as I spoke, betraying the fear and vulnerability that consumed me. I hated myself for showing such weakness in front of him, for letting him see just how much his actions affected me. But I couldn't help it. The humiliation was too much to bear, and all I wanted was for him to leave me alone, to let me escape this horrible situation and never look back.
In an instant, he yanked me by my hair and slammed my back against the locker, forcing me to face him. "Look at me now," he commanded. But seriously? I couldn't! It felt impossible! I wanted to scream, but no sound escaped my lips. The pain that shot through my scalp as he gripped my hair was nothing compared to the terror that gripped my heart. I could feel the cold metal of the locker pressing into my back, the hard edges digging into my skin. His face was mere inches from mine, his breath hot against my cheek. I wanted to look away, to avert my gaze and escape the intensity of his stare. But I couldn't. It was as if his eyes had locked onto mine, holding me captive in their depths. I could see the anger and confusion swirling within them, the same emotions that I was grappling with myself. But there was something else there too, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It was almost as if he was searching for answers, trying to understand the connection between us just as much as I was.
He huffed in annoyance and said, "You make me angry! My heart is- Why the fuck don't you look at me right now? Are you afraid?" His words were laced with frustration and something else, something that I couldn't quite identify. It was as if he was struggling to come to terms with his own emotions, just as I was. But his anger and aggression made it impossible for me to see past the surface, to understand what was truly going on inside his head. I could feel my own heart racing, pounding against my ribcage as if it were trying to escape. I wanted to tell him the truth, to confess my blindness and put an end to this nightmare. But the words caught in my throat, trapped by the fear that consumed me. I was terrified of what he would do, of how he would react if he knew the truth about me. So I did the only thing I could. I sealed my eyes shut and sighed deeply, "I'm blind!"
**End of flashback-**
Trigger Warning: This novel contains themes of sexual violence, abuse, and manipulation that may be distressing to some readers. Carla never dreamed of becoming the Luna, but when the ruthless Alpha King claimed her as his mate, she was thrust into a life of power, pain, and impossible expectations. To secure her place as Queen, she must accomplish one task: conceive an heir within the next twelve months. Failure means a fate worse than death-being discarded as a slave, handed over to the warriors for their pleasure. But there's one devastating problem: the Alpha King is infertile. Desperate to survive, Carla turns to the Beta-the only man who shows her kindness-and seduces him into her bed. As their forbidden affair ignites, Carla concocts a bold and dangerous plan: if the Beta kills the Alpha, they can be together, and she can finally claim the freedom she craves. Yet in the tangled web of lies, lust, and betrayal, Carla begins to question her own heart. Does she truly love the Beta, or is he just a pawn in her carefully crafted scheme? And as the walls close in, will she sacrifice him, herself, or the kingdom for the chance to be with her true mate?
P.S. This might just be the best novel you ever read. The best series. The best plot. I challenge you to give it a try! Aria never wanted to marry Kael, the arrogant playboy her father forced her to accept as her fiancé. But Kael had his own twisted motives-he only wanted her because she was the one girl who refused him. When Aria rejected his demand to sleep with him a week before their wedding, Kael tried to take what he wanted by force. His drunken pursuit ended in tragedy when he was struck by a car, leaving Aria caught in the crossfire of blame. Zander, Kael's elder brother and the soon-to-be Alpha King, believed Aria was responsible for his brother's death-and promiscuous to boot. To prevent war between their packs, Zander agreed to marry her, but only for revenge. His plan? Ruin Aria's life for a year, then cast her aside and divorce her. But Zander's scheme begins to unravel when his ex-best friend Asher returns, determined to take Aria for himself. As secrets from the past resurface, Zander discovers betrayal, lies, and truths he never wanted to face. Was Aria truly guilty, or was she just another pawn in a deadly game of power and revenge? Asher laugh and say, "You're a fool; she never wanted to come. I told her you were with Lyra, so she came. And now I've achieved my goal: I ruined your marriage." Zander feel foolish, asking, "But why? I never did anything to you! You were my best friend. I should have killed you when you slept with my ex fiancée, Lyra!" Asher respond, "You knew I loved her, but you stole Lyra from me. She was my true mate, but she refused to marry me because you were soon to be the Alpha King! She never loved you. She loved me but wanted to be the queen of werewolves; that's all." Zander would realize how foolish he was. Yet, he still believed Aria wasn't innocent because she slept with his deceased brother before the wedding.
She spent eighteen years in an orphanage, but it was time to get out. According to the orphanage rules, once a child reaches legal age, they must depend on themselves. Celine didn't know what to do; luckily, she met her savior that day. If only she had known what she was getting herself into, she would never have gone with him. Celine found herself caught in a life of addiction, living in his house, where he was ready to sell her organs to get his fix. To save her life, she had to help him sell drugs. Her innocence became a liability. Soon, she found herself targeted by the king's men-kidnapped, bound, and tortured for selling drugs without their permission. But sometimes, what we fear the most might turn out to be the best for us. Celine found herself trapped in the king's palace, drowning in his love and married to him by force.
"Please, let me go," she begged, her eyes brimming with tears and her voice shaking with fear. Struggling to breathe, she felt trapped in his overwhelming embrace. He ignored her pleas, seemingly unaware of the pain he was causing, driven by jealousy that clouded his judgment. With all her strength, she pushed against him, desperate for even a moment of freedom. But he held her down, his voice low and threatening as he said, "No, I want you now." In that moment, everything changed for her. She was his younger brother's fiancée, and this encounter marked the beginning of a dark path. In an instant, her innocence was shattered, but she would eventually seek justice.
Two strangers-one destined to be the Alpha of the Green Hell Pack and the other the future female Alpha of the Bloody Pack-find themselves trapped in an arranged mating meant to unite their packs. Originally intended for their younger siblings, circumstances leave them with no choice but to accept the bond to save face. Life seems perfect until Julia's ex-boyfriend, Alpha Mark, refuses to let go, resorting to drastic measures to sabotage their union, including kidnapping her. With a possessive mate like Alpha Xander, Julia initially feels compelled to submit. Yet, as time passes, she begins to see him as her true mate. Just as love blossoms, it fades when Xander disappears, leaving behind a harsh letter that shatters their bond, claiming it was because she couldn't conceive. But did the possessive Alpha truly abandon his mate for that reason, or was he forced to take desperate measures to win her back?
He never imagined he would fall in love, especially not with the daughter of his enemy! She never imagined that writing an article about the enigmatic Tomas Charl could lead her into a world of danger. With a reputation as a wealthy businessman, he masked a far darker truth-he was the head of a mafia organization. Her intentions were pure, driven by a strong moral compass and the hope that love could change him. She envisioned a future where they could leave his criminal life behind, unaware that she was already entangled in his web. "How dare you enter my room without permission?" she stammered, disbelief washing over her as she instinctively shielded herself. He closed the door and locked it, the click echoing ominously. Stepping closer, he invaded her personal space, the rhythm of her racing heart palpable in the silence. With a predatory whisper, he leaned in, "I can do as I please. This is my house, and everything in it, including you, is mine." He captured her lips in a forceful kiss, leaving her breathless and confused.
Traversing back to the ancient Prime Martial World from modern age, Austin finds himself in a younger body as he wakes up. Yet, the young man he possesses was a miserable dimwit, what a bummer! But it doesn’t matter as his mind is sound and clear. Possessing this younger and stronger body, he will fight his way to become the God of martial arts, and rule the whole Martial World!
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
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."
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 never gave a damn about rules and laws, as he only liked 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 lan begged her not to leave him?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
When they met again, Jason cast aside his paranoia and pride, warmly embracing Chelsey. "Please, come back to me?" For three years, she had been his secretary by day and his companion by night. Chelsey had always complied with his requests, like an obedient pet. However, when Jason declared his plans to marry another, she chose to stop loving him and to let go. But life took unexpected turns. His unyielding pursuit, her pregnancy, and her mother's greed gradually pushed her to the brink. Eventually, she endured tremendous suffering. Five years later, when she returned, she was no longer the woman she once was. Yet he had spiraled into five years of chaos.