When Lady Isolde, the spirited daughter of an English nobleman, is sent to the rugged Scottish Highlands as part of a political alliance, she expects nothing but hardship. Tasked with marrying the feared Highland clan leader, Lachlan MacRae, she is determined to resist her fate. Lachlan, a man of honor and deep scars, is bound by duty to his people and his clan. But the fiery Isolde challenges everything he believes in. As enemies from both sides of the border plot against the Highlands, Isolde and Lachlan are thrust into a battle that could change the course of history-and ignite a forbidden love neither can deny. Can love heal the wounds of war, or will their differences tear them apart forever?
Lady Isolde clenched the reins of her horse so tightly her knuckles turned white. The sharp wind howling through the Highlands cut through her thick riding cloak, carrying with it the earthy scent of heather and pine. She sat tall in the saddle, her spine stiff with defiance, as the rugged landscape unfolded around her. Jagged peaks loomed on the horizon, and endless hills rolled beneath the shadow of storm-laden clouds. It was a land as fierce and unyielding as the people who called it home-a land she was now bound to by duty.
Her father, Lord Godfrey, had scarcely spared her a farewell before sending her to this desolate place. The marriage was to ensure peace between England and the Highland clans. A political alliance, he had called it, though she knew better. It was not peace her father sought but power. The union would secure control of the volatile borderlands, and Isolde, his only daughter, was the sacrificial lamb.
The escort of armed guards surrounding her bore the same grim determination as she did. None spoke as they traveled, their eyes scanning the hills for signs of trouble. The Highlanders were known for their cunning and their disdain for outsiders. She could feel their stares even now, hidden figures watching from the cover of trees or behind boulders.
"Milady, we're nearly there," one of the guards announced, his voice clipped with unease. He gestured toward a stone keep perched on a distant hill, its walls weathered by time and war. Castle Dunlachan, her new home.
Her stomach churned. The man awaiting her within those walls was Lachlan MacRae, the infamous leader of the MacRae clan. The stories she had heard painted him as a savage brute, a warrior hardened by battle and untouched by civility. Yet she was to marry him, to share his home, his life.
Drawing a deep breath, she fought the rising tide of panic. She would not show fear. Lady Isolde of Ravenswood was no trembling flower. If she was to be shackled by this union, she would face it with her head held high.
The gates of the castle creaked open as they approached, revealing a courtyard bustling with activity. Highlanders clad in tartan and leather paused in their tasks to stare. Some nodded respectfully, others simply gawked, their expressions unreadable. Isolde dismounted with care, brushing dust from her skirts as she glanced around.
The keep's imposing doors swung open, and a man strode out to greet her. Tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair tied back and piercing green eyes, he moved with the confidence of a predator. Lachlan MacRae.
"Lady Isolde," he greeted, his voice a deep rumble that carried over the quiet murmurs of the crowd. He bowed slightly, though the gesture felt more like an acknowledgment than a true sign of deference. "Welcome to Dunlachan."
She dipped into a curtsey, her movements precise and practiced. "Laird MacRae," she replied, her tone cool but polite. Their gazes locked, and for a moment, she saw something flicker in his eyes-curiosity, perhaps, or amusement.
"You've had a long journey," he said, his expression unreadable. "We'll see you settled."
"I appreciate your hospitality." Her words were measured, each syllable carefully chosen. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing how out of place she felt here.
He gestured for her to follow, and she walked beside him toward the keep. His presence was commanding, his steps purposeful, and she found herself acutely aware of the space between them. The castle interior was as stark as the exterior, its stone walls adorned with faded tapestries and ancient weapons. It was a warrior's home, not a lady's, and the air carried the faint scent of peat smoke and leather.
"This will be your chamber," Lachlan said, stopping before a heavy wooden door. He pushed it open, revealing a room that, while modest, was clean and well-appointed. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting warm light over a sturdy bed and a small table set with a meal.
"Thank you," she said, stepping inside. The guards carrying her belongings deposited them by the door before retreating. She turned to Lachlan, unsure what to say next.
"You'll find the Highlands are not so unkind as they seem at first," he said, his tone softer now. "Rest. We'll speak more on the morrow."
Before she could respond, he was gone, the door closing behind him with a quiet thud. Isolde stood in silence, the weight of her new reality settling on her shoulders.
The fire's warmth seeped into her chilled bones as she sat by the hearth, her gaze fixed on the dancing flames. The silence of the room was oppressive, broken only by the faint murmur of voices from the courtyard below. Her mind raced, replaying every word, every glance exchanged with Lachlan.
She could not deny that he was unlike what she had imagined. He was no brutish savage, nor did he seem as cold and ruthless as the tales suggested. Yet there was a hardness to him, a quiet strength that made it clear he was a man not to be crossed.
The meal remained untouched as she paced the room, her thoughts a whirlwind. The realization struck her with force: she was utterly alone here. No family, no allies, only strangers who viewed her with suspicion or indifference. She was a foreigner in this land, and her survival depended on navigating the treacherous waters of Highland politics and alliances.
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Startled, she turned as a young woman entered, her brown hair tied in a simple braid and her expression shy but kind.
"Milady, I'm Maeve," the girl said, dipping into a quick curtsey. "I've been assigned to help you."
"Thank you, Maeve," Isolde replied, grateful for the company.
Maeve set about unpacking Isolde's belongings, chatting as she worked. "The laird is a fair man," she said, her accent lilting. "He'll treat you well, though he's not one for words."
Isolde raised an eyebrow. "And what do the people think of this union?"
Maeve hesitated, glancing over her shoulder. "There's talk, of course," she admitted. "Some think it's a risk, bringing an English lady into the clan. But others see it as a chance for peace."
Her words lingered in Isolde's mind long after Maeve left for the night. The room grew quiet once more, and she lay awake on the unfamiliar bed, staring at the ceiling. The road ahead was uncertain, fraught with challenges she could not yet foresee.
But one thing was clear: she would not be a pawn, not for her father, not for Lachlan, and not for anyone else. If she was to survive in the Highlands, she would do so on her own terms.
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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."
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
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?”
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
She thought she was the love of his life, and he became the love of her life that fateful day she had seen him at the pack's party. Selene Grace was only a replica of Alpha Leo's real mate, and when he spotted her, Leo immediately claimed her as his Luna in order to suppress the rumors of him being mateless. Being unable to conceive turns Selene's marriage into a nightmare, and as if that wasn't enough, Alpha Leo finally reunites with his long time lover and mate, rejecting a pregnant Selene as a result. 5 years later, Selene, a now successful doctor, receives an invitation to the moon shadow pack in order to rid the pack of a deadly disease which has struck it. Will Selene return back to the pack which had caused her so much pain, and what would she do when she realizes that she is mated to the Alpha who had betrayed her in the past?