Aria's quiet life changes forever when she's attacked by a feral werewolf and left for dead. Saved by Ethan, a powerful Alpha, she wakes to find herself transformed into something she doesn't understand-a werewolf. Struggling to control her instincts and hide the truth from her family, Aria faces rejection from both her old world and the werewolf pack that sees her as an outsider. Ethan stands by her, teaching her how to survive and fight, but their growing bond stirs emotions neither can ignore. When Viktor, the wolf who attacked her, resurfaces with deadly intentions, Aria must find the strength to protect herself, her family, and the pack that doubts her. As secrets unravel, she discovers that her transformation was no accident, and she might be more important to the pack's survival than anyone realizes. Will Aria rise above the odds, or will her new life tear her apart?
Aria hops excitedly through the quiet streets, the cool night air tugging at her coat. Her thoughts were miles away, caught up in the last page of her book, the essays she had yet to finish, and the plans for the weekend that felt so distant from the reality of the late hour. The hum of the city felt distant, almost like a dream. Only the sound of her shoes stamping against the ground. (Aria Alexandro, 17-year-old female student residing in a city around the pack)
As the moonlight cast long, eerie shadows across the road, Aria felt uneasy. She quickened her pace, but the deeper into the quiet, residential part of town she went, the more out of place it felt. The quiet was oppressive like the whole world was holding its breath.
She shivered and glanced over her shoulder, but the road was still empty. It's nothing, she told herself, 'just the late hour playing tricks on me, I should have left earlier, oh naughty me, I was engrossed in my essay, mom will be worried now' she murmured to herself.
But then she heard it. A low growl, deep and unmistakable.
Her heart stuttered in her chest as she spun around, instinctively taking a step back. From the darkness of the alleyway ahead, a figure emerged. A man, no, something
More, towered in the shadows, his eyes glowing a menacing yellow that chilled her to the bone.
Before she could react, he lunged. His movements were impossibly fast, a blur of claws and fangs. She barely had time to scream before he slammed into her, knocking the breath from her lungs as his weight crushed her to the cold pavement.
She fought, her fists pounding against his chest, but he was too strong. His growl was a bone-deep sound, like the warning of a predator closing in for the kill. His claws scraped against her skin, digging into her arms as she struggled beneath him, helpless. The sharp edge of his teeth grazed her neck, and panic surged through her veins.
"Please..." she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, but the creature didn't respond. He was focused, intent on his prey.
And then, as she thought her life would end in this dark, forsaken street, she felt a sudden shift. The pressure on her body disappeared as if an invisible force had pulled the creature off her.
In the blink of an eye, the attacker-Viktor-was yanked backward, a loud growl of pain escaping him. His yellow eyes flashed with fury as he scrambled to his feet, but he didn't get the chance to strike again.
A voice, deep and commanding, cut through the night. "Get away from her!"
Viktor snarled, but it was too late. The stranger, a figure of imposing strength, stepped forward. He was tall and broad, and his every movement was fluid and powerful. With a single swipe, he knocked Viktor to the side, sending him stumbling backward into the shadows.
The newcomer knelt beside Aria, his golden eyes locked onto hers in an instant, a deep intensity in his gaze. For a moment, all Aria could do was stare at him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Who was he? Was he here to hurt her too?
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice rich and calm, with an undeniable authority behind it. "Stay with me."
Aria tried to focus, tried to speak, but her head felt heavy, her vision blurry. She could barely process what had just happened. Was she dead? Had she been saved, or was this all some twisted dream?
The stranger's hands were strong but gentle as he lifted her from the ground, cradling her in his arms with an ease that made her feel safe for the first time since the attack began. His scent was wild and sharp, a blend of earth and something deeper, something... otherworldly.
"Don't worry," he murmured, almost as if speaking to himself. "I've got you now. You're not alone."
She managed to catch a glimpse of his face as he carried her, his expression dark yet determined. There was a spark
Of recognition in her mind, a strange feeling she couldn't place. Who was this man? Why did she feel so... connected to him?
"W-Who... are you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, her head lolling against his chest as he moved with purpose.
"Ethan," he answered, his name flowing like a quiet promise in the air. "I'm here to protect you."
Her mind raced. Ethan? The name stirred something in her memory, but it made no sense. She had never met him before. She was sure of it. And yet...
Before she could ask more questions, the world around her seemed to blur once again. The cabin came into view- simple, rustic, and nestled within the trees. Ethan moved swiftly, effortlessly, as if the night itself bent to his will.
As he gently laid her down on a soft bed inside, Aria's body felt like lead. She could barely move, the weight of everything pressing down on her. The world around her was spinning, her body battered and broken, but there was something in Ethan's presence, something protective that made her feel as though, maybe, just maybe, she wasn't so alone in this terrifying world.
She looked up at him one last time, her vision fading, and as her eyes fluttered closed, she heard his voice again, soft but certain: "You're safe now. I won't let anything happen to you, Aria."
After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
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?
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
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?"
"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."