Ciaran Winterbane is a powerful alpha cursed to become a savage beast under the light of the full moon a curse that threatens not only his life but the survival of his entire pack. Cold, ruthless, and desperate for salvation, he sets out to find the one person who might save him: a mysterious lone wolf rumored to possess ancient healing magic. Selene Vale wants nothing to do with alphas. After being cast out by her pack for her strange abilities, she's vowed to live her life in peace, far from the politics and bloodshed of werewolf territory. But when Ciaran shows up on her doorstep, wounded and desperate, she's faced with an impossible choice help the man whose kind destroyed her life or turn away and let the curse consume him. As dark secrets unravel, and their mutual hatred turns into a dangerous attraction, Selene and Ciaran must navigate a web of betrayal, ancient magic, and a warlock hellbent on their destruction. But the curse has a price, and breaking it might mean sacrificing everything including their hearts
The Silverclaw forest was cloaked in midnight shadows, the air thick with the scent of pine and the distant rumble of a storm. Ciaran Winterbane's boots sank into the damp earth, his breaths coming in short, measured bursts. The full moon loomed above, casting a pale, silvery glow over the gnarled branches. It was a beautiful, haunting sight-one that promised devastation.
Ciaran pressed a hand against the tree trunk, his fingers trembling. His pulse hammered like a war drum, and the beast inside him clawed at his sanity, desperate to break free. Not tonight. He growled low in his throat, a guttural sound that echoed in the stillness. He had one chance left, one thread of hope before the curse consumed him entirely.
He caught a faint whiff of lavender and sage on the wind-delicate but distinct. She was close.
Ciaran pushed forward, his steps deliberate despite the unbearable weight of the curse dragging at him. His pack had begged him not to come alone, but this wasn't their fight. This was his. He would face her on his own terms.
He reached the edge of a clearing, and there she was.
Selene Vale stood in the doorway of a small, weathered cabin, her arms crossed and her sharp green eyes narrowing the moment she saw him. She looked nothing like the meek healer he'd imagined. Her dark hair was tied back, leaving her striking features exposed-high cheekbones, a proud tilt to her chin, and a scowl that could cut through steel. She didn't step forward, didn't flinch, but he could feel the tension rolling off her like a thundercloud.
"You've got some nerve," she said coldly, her voice sharp as a blade. "I told your kind to leave me alone."
Ciaran straightened, his towering frame casting a long shadow across the clearing. "I'm not here to negotiate, Selene. I need your help."
Selene let out a bitter laugh, stepping down from the porch with deliberate slowness. "Help? From me? That's rich. The mighty Alpha Winterbane crawling to a lone wolf for scraps. Do you hear how pathetic you sound?"
His jaw tightened. "I don't care what you think of me. This isn't about pride. It's about survival."
She stopped a few paces away, tilting her head as if to study him. Her gaze flicked to the dark veins creeping up his neck, the faint tremor in his hands. "The curse," she said softly, her tone shifting to something almost curious. "It's worse than I thought."
Ciaran clenched his fists. "You knew."
"I've heard the stories," she admitted, crossing her arms again. "The cursed alpha who loses control every full moon, slaughtering anything in his path. Your pack must be so proud."
His teeth bared in a snarl before he could stop himself. "Don't test me."
"Test you?" Selene arched a brow, unbothered by the threat. "You're the one standing in my forest, begging for a cure. Maybe you should learn to beg properly."
Ciaran took a step forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. "You think I came here to play games? I came because I don't have a choice. You're the only one who can stop this."
Selene's lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, I can stop it. But why should I?"
The words hit him like a punch to the gut, but he didn't flinch. He couldn't. "Because if you don't, the beast will win. And when it does, it won't just be me it kills. It'll be everyone. Your precious forest, your quiet little life-it'll all be gone."
Her smile faltered for the briefest moment, but it was enough.
"You think you're the only one who's suffered?" she asked, her voice rising with anger. "You alphas destroy everything you touch. You think your pain is special? I've seen what your kind does to those weaker than you."
"I'm not asking for forgiveness," he snapped. "I'm asking for help. And if you think I'm proud of what I've done-what this curse has made me do-you're wrong."
They stared at each other, the tension crackling like the storm above. Selene's fingers twitched at her sides, and for a moment, Ciaran thought she might walk away. But then she sighed, her shoulders dropping slightly.
"This isn't going to be easy," she said, her voice quieter now. "Curses like this-they're not just broken. They take blood, sacrifice. You might not like what I find."
"I don't care what it takes," he said firmly. "Just tell me what to do."
Selene shook her head, a hint of weariness creeping into her expression. "You're either brave or stupid, Winterbane. Probably both."
She turned back toward the cabin, pausing at the door. "Well? Are you coming in, or do you plan to brood out there all night?"
Ciaran hesitated, the weight of her words sinking in. This was it-his last hope. If Selene couldn't save him, no one could.
He stepped forward, crossing the threshold into the dimly lit cabin. The air inside was thick with the scent of herbs and old magic, and for the first time in a long time, Ciaran felt the faintest flicker of something other than despair.
Hope. Or maybe it was just the beginning of another nightmare.
Aria Stormveil was destined to be Luna of the Frostfang Pack until her fated mate, Alpha Caleb Frostheart, shattered her heart. Rejected in front of the entire pack, Aria fled, vowing never to look back. In the years since, she's built a life of independence and strength, burying the pain of rejection beneath layers of resilience. But fate isn't done with them yet. When the Frostfang Pack begins to crumble under the weight of betrayal and chaos, Caleb is forced to seek Aria's help. The mate bond he thought he could ignore burns brighter than ever, but Aria isn't the same broken woman he cast aside. She's strong, confident and unwilling to forgive easily. As secrets unravel and old flames reignite, a new danger emerges. Caleb's chosen mate, the cunning and ruthless Ophelia Darksky, will do anything to secure her place as Luna even if it means destroying Aria for good.
In the shadowed depths of Silverwood, secrets run as deep as the ancient forest. Luna Brightwater has always been a rebellious omega, yearning for freedom from the rigid traditions of her pack. What she doesn't know is that her blood holds a power so ancient, it could change the fate of every werewolf alive. But when her fated mate turns out to be Elias Nightshade, a mysterious beta with secrets of his own, her life takes a dangerous turn. Elias has spent years hiding in plain sight, pretending to be a beta while secretly plotting revenge against Ronan Shadowfang, the ruthless alpha who destroyed his family. The last thing Elias expects is to find his fated mate in Luna-a stubborn omega with an irresistible pull. Protecting her might just destroy his carefully laid plans. But Ronan has his own plans for Luna. He knows the truth about her lineage, and he'll stop at nothing to claim her power for himself
Elena Hart's life is a delicate balance of survival and dreams, scraping by as an artist while raising her teenage brother after their parents' untimely deaths. But when her brother makes a fatal mistake stealing from the notorious Moretti mafia family their fragile world shatters. To protect him, Elena strikes a desperate bargain with the ruthless and enigmatic Dante Moretti, a man who commands loyalty with a glance and fear with a whisper. Bound to serve him in a shadowy, dangerous world she barely understands, Elena vows to keep her guard up against Dante's unnerving charm and steely control. But Dante has secrets of his own, and Elena is more than just a pawn in his game. As their lives intertwine, the lines between captor and captive blur, sparking a dangerous attraction that neither can resist. When betrayal and buried truths come to light, Elena must decide how far she's willing to go for love, for freedom, and for the one person she swore to protect. In a world where power is everything and trust is a luxury, who will come out on top and who will pay the ultimate price?
When Amara Voss moves to the secluded mountain town of Blackwood, she's seeking a fresh start and a chance to heal. But the quiet town holds dark secrets, and her world is turned upside down when she encounters Lachlan Dane-a mysterious man with piercing eyes and a dangerous edge. Lachlan belongs to the Blackwood pack, a hidden community of werewolves sworn to protect their own. Drawn to Amara in ways he cannot explain, Lachlan risks exposing his pack's existence for the woman who stirs something primal within him. But Amara's presence in Blackwood is no coincidence. She is tied to an ancient prophecy that could save the pack-or doom them all. As tensions rise between humans and werewolves, Amara must navigate a world of forbidden love, deadly loyalties, and a truth that could change everything she thought she knew about herself. Caught in a battle between two worlds, Amara faces an impossible choice: betray her own kind or sacrifice the man who has become her everything. In Caught in Between, love is a dangerous game, and the stakes are higher than ever.
Sophia Bennett was once a rising star in the world of ballet, until a devastating accident left her wheelchair-bound and shattered her dreams. Now, trapped in a marriage of convenience to ruthless tech billionaire Elliot Thorne, she struggles to find her place in a world that values perfection above all else. Elliot didn't marry Sophia for love-he needed her to save his reputation. But the more he learns about her resilience and vulnerability, the more she stirs something within him he's spent years burying. Torn between the icy control of his empire and the fiery emotions Sophia awakens, he's forced to confront the cracks in his carefully curated life. When secrets from Elliot's past resurface-including a scandalous connection with a man who still haunts his thoughts-and an old rival threatens to destroy their fragile bond, Sophia must decide if fighting for Elliot's love is worth risking her heart.
When struggling artist Selene Rylan moves to the fog-shrouded town of Silver Hollow, the last thing she expects is to be thrust into a world of ancient power and forbidden desire. Drawn to the mysterious and dangerously handsome quintuplet brothers-each an Alpha of the legendary Silverfang Pack-Selene soon learns that her arrival has awakened a prophecy older than time itself. As the brothers vie for her heart and loyalty, Selene discovers she is no ordinary human but the reincarnation of the Moonlight Witch-a being destined to unite the fractured pack or destroy it forever. With tensions rising and a rogue faction led by the vengeful Damien Voss threatening to tear the pack apart, Selene must navigate a whirlwind of passion, betrayal, and power. But the closer she gets to uncovering the truth, the more dangerous her position becomes. Loyalties are tested, dark secrets come to light, and Selene must choose between love and survival. Five Alphas. One Luna. A bond forged in fire, blood, and the untamed pull of the moon. Will Selene save them-or doom them all?
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
"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."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.