Book Ravenna was born a disgrace-wolf-less, exiled, and left for dead by her own pack. But death refused her. Rescued after a near-death incident, she awakens with untapped powers, far more dangerous than any wolf. Stolen away by Alpha Darius, a ruthless leader feared across all packs, their meeting sparks chaos: they're fated mates. Bound by a prophecy drenched in blood, Ravenna discovers her lineage holds the key to either salvation or destruction. With an ancient war on the horizon and dark forces hunting her, Ravenna must decide-embrace the unstoppable force within her or let it consume them all.
I sat next to the grave, holding the flowers I brought. I just stared at the name on the stone, tears flowing freely from my cheeks.
"It's my birthday, mum," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I stroked the name on the gravestone.
Isla Hale.
My mother, my world, my everything. Dead, gone, and left me all alone in a world where I do not belong.
"It's my birthday," I said again. "And no one remembered. Not even father. He didn't even look my way."
My twenty-one birthday.
The tears were flowing wildly, my vision blurry.
It hurts. It hurts so much to live like I'm invisible, like I'm nothing, a nobody.
My father doesn't even see me, not really. He doesn't look at me, doesn't care. My stepmother treats me like dirt under her shoe, and my stepsister is even worse.
The only one who cares is Lucas.
Just thinking about him makes the tears slow down.
Lucas. My boyfriend.
The reason I still get out of bed every morning.
We've been together for three years, and Lucas has been nothing but supportive, loving, and helpful.
Even though the pack and my own family treat me like I'm worthless, Lucas has been there, offering his strength and love through it all.
He was like glue keeping me together.
My pack members and family saw me as weak, all because I had no wolf.
I was born without a wolf despite my Father and Mother being full blooded wolves.
Some people call me an abomination, a curse.
Things were different when Mother was alive.
I was loved then, seen as a person. But then she died, and everything changed. Father changed, the pack members changed.
Then he went ahead and married Lila-my stepmother-and my life became so much worse.
She came into my life, took my Mother's place as Luna and made my life miserable, along with her daughter.
Turned me into a slave, and Father never batted an eyelash to her cruelties towards me.
It hurts, it hurts so damn much.
I pounded my chest, trying to get the pain to lessen, but it didn't, it just increased until I felt like I couldn't breathe.
"Why did you leave?" I shouted at the gravestone. "Why did you leave me alone? I can't do this without you, mum. I just can't. You told me to be strong, and I am trying, mum. I am really trying, but it hurts. It hurts so much."
I cried and cried, the pain in my chest getting worse, but I just kept crying.
And then I felt it.
A breeze, a gentle breeze. It would have been a normal breeze but it wasn't.
It has a smell-apples and lilies.
It smelled heavenly, it smelled peaceful, it smelled like home, it smelled like Mother.
I wiped my eyes and looked around, wondering if I was losing my mind. Nobody was here, and even if someone was, it couldn't be Mother.
She was dead, gone from my life.
The breeze, though, whispered a different story. It wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, soothing my aching soul.
It felt like a caress, a silent promise that I wasn't alone.
"You're not alone." The breeze kept whispering, and for the first time in five years, I felt like I wasn't alone.
Mother was with me, always and forever.
I wiped my face and stood up, brushing the dirt from my dress.
I wanted to stay there forever, just be with Mother, away from life and its harsh reality.
But I couldn't.
I had spent too long and someone would come find me soon, and the consequences will be bad.
I picked up the basket of eggs, my errand unfinished, and rushed back to the pack house, praying I hadn't lingered too long.
The pack house was bustling, everyone preparing for tonight's event: the Lunar Eclipse.
For us werewolves, the Lunar Eclipse was more than just an astronomical event; it was a moment of immense magical significance, tied to us and the moon goddess.
It occurs once every century and is said to be a time where the barriers between the mortal world and the realms of the gods are thinner.
During this time, the moon goddess can exert her influence over the world, and powerful magic is released, affecting all who are connected with the moon, particularly werewolves.
It was such a rare and beautiful event.
And to think, the event was also aligned with my birthday.
It made me feel special, even though no one else saw it.
I walked through the pack, some tying the decorations, while others setted up tables.
I tried to make myself as small as possible.
I didn't like being seen, because there would always be sharp words thrown at me, and I had my fill of tears for today.
I had almost reached the kitchen when someone shouted my name.
"Ravenna!" I stopped short, freezing, fear gripping my heart.
The one person I had tried so hard to avoid.
I turned slowly and faced Lila, holding the basket tighter to steady my shaking hands.
I looked at her feet, not daring to meet her eyes, already knowing what I'd see there-hate, anger, and disgust.
"You vile girl," Lila's words cut through the silence, sharper than any knife. "You spent over an hour just to fetch a few eggs?"
"It's not up-" I felt my cheek sting and my ears ring.
When had she gotten in front of me?
I held my slapped cheek, trying to hold back tears, still not raising my eyes.
"Do not ever talk back to me again, do you hear me?" she commanded, her voice hard.
"Yes, Lila," I responded, nodding.
"Weak thing," Lila threw the words as she went, and I turned and made my way to the kitchen.
Yeah, this was my life.
I dropped the eggs near the chef, who didn't acknowledge me, and helped with chopping vegetables and washing dishes.
When I was finally done, I was tired and wanted to retire for the day, to rest a little before the celebration started.
I was on my way to my room when I received a text. I brought out my phone from my pocket, and a smile spread across my face when I saw the name on my screen.
Lucas.
"Meet me in my room." The text says.
I immediately abandoned all ideas of rest, quickly freshened up, and made my way to the upper floors. Maybe he remembered my birthday this year.
Hope filled my chest as I reached his floor.
I was about to knock when I heard a noise that seemed to shatter my already shattered world.
"Oh, yes. Like that, Lucas." Came the noise from inside.
I burst into the room, and there they were-Lucas and my stepsister, both completely naked, wildly entwined as they moved against each other.
Calista had always believed the past was meant to stay buried, hidden in the shadows of memory. But why, then, was her past creeping back into the light, intertwining with her present? She spent her days in a fractured state-broken, miserable, angry at the world. But at least she had carved out a semblance of peace, until Jaxon Castillo stepped into her life. With his hot body and expressive eyes, he shattered her fragile calm, dragging her into a tumultuous conflict she wanted no part of-a life that haunted her more than anything else. She had convinced herself she was free from the ghosts of her past, that they had perished along with her family. Yet, as she found herself drawn deeper into Jaxon's orbit, his intense gaze unraveling her defenses, shadows of her history began to resurface. With every stolen glance, she felt herself surrendering pieces of her heart to him, pieces she had sworn to protect. Both held secrets-dark, potent truths that threatened to dismantle everything they had built. Secrets capable of turning the world against them. Calista was fire and rage; Jaxon was cool water and soothing. They would risk everything to protect each other, even if loving each other was what could destroy them both. –– TRIGGER WARNING; Sexual content, PTSD and trauma responses, Violence. Reader discretion is advised.
!! Rated 18+ | Mature Content | Trigger Warning: Abuse, Suicide (Off-page)! ! - -- Camille knows she's being watched. The feeling lingers in every shadow, in every stolen glance from the unnervingly beautiful stranger who seems to know her better than she knows herself. Lucien is dangerous, obsessive-and utterly inescapable. But danger is nothing new to Camille. She has spent years outrunning her past, drowning in darkness until Lucien pulled her from it. She... loved him for it. She was captivated by the exhilarating danger he wove into her existence. The electrifying chaos, the seductive darkness, and the intoxicating pleasure pulled her in like a moth to a flame. Then, she is taken. Victor swears she belongs to him, and Lucien will tear the world apart to get her back. But as the walls close in and the nightmares begin, Camille starts to wonder if this war between them is about more than just her. Her heart is caught between two monsters. Two obsessions. Two impossible choices. Will she choose none of them, one of them... or both? Fate has drawn them together once more, and this time, the choice is hers: break the cycle, or be utterly, entirely ruined by it.
"A one-year contract marriage. I know you're investigating something,"-Lena's heart sped up and she fought to keep her features blank- "and I can help you with that. In exchange, for one year, my resources will be yours. Full access. No strings attached-except the ones in the contract, of course." Lena's heart raced. A marriage proposal, but with a twist. *** Betrayed and burning for vengeance, Lena Santoro-now Selene Costa-enters a deadly game of love and lies with Rafe Moretti, a mafia don with secrets of his own. In Naples, where power and passion collide, their marriage of convenience becomes a battle for survival. Can they trust each other, or will betrayal tear them apart?
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."