Magdalena had lived her life as a slave in the Crimson Moon Pack, invisible, unwanted, and bound to the whims of others, until the day she was sold. Not for her own worth, but as a mere substitute for the Beta's daughter, traded to the Shadow Fang Pack as one might barter a mere commodity. She had believed that leaving would bring her freedom. It did not. It was a sentence...a sentence to a fate far darker than she had ever imagined. The moment she crossed the threshold of Alpha Darius's lands, the weight of her new captivity settled upon her like an iron shackle. His words struck her with a force that no sword could match. "You shall suffer for your mother's sins. For the blood she spilled, my mother's blood. You will plead for mercy, but I shall show you none." She knew not the deeds her presumed mother had committed. Yet to him, guilt was a legacy passed down through bloodlines, and punishment, it seemed, was a personal vendetta. Now, bound in an enforced marriage to the most merciless Alpha to ever walk the earth, Magdalena must endure a life where her sole crime is being the daughter of a woman whose sins were not her own. Warning: This is not your typical werewolf tale. Set in a bygone era, this narrative is woven with period-appropriate language, blending dark romance with intense and explicit themes.
"Pack your bags. You must leave at once."
Giselle's breath caught in her chest, her heart racing. "Why? What's happening?"
"They have discovered your secret."
Her pulse quickened. "That cannot be. It's impossible!"
"There is no time for explanations," Alaric said, his voice sharp with urgency. He swiftly snatched a heavy shawl from the bed and began gathering her scant belongings, throwing them into the fabric with practiced haste.
"No!" Giselle moved toward him, grasping his arm with trembling hands. "I will not leave without you. We can flee together-"
Alaric paused, his hands faltering as he met her gaze. His eyes, filled with conflict, softened for an instant, but then his features hardened, a mask of resolve settling in place.
"You must go," he said, his voice unyielding.
"Not without you!" Giselle's plea was raw, desperate. "If we flee together, we-"
"Giselle."
His tone was a command, firm and final. The power of his Alpha status settled between them, an invisible weight that grounded her to the spot. Her breath caught, and her body became heavy as though shackled by his presence.
"Please don't," she whispered, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes.
Alaric's expression softened, though his voice remained steadfast. "I shall find you. I swear it. But for now, you must be safe. Should they capture you... should they lay hands on the child..."
Before Giselle could respond, the door swung open with a crash, and a maid entered, breathless and frantic. "The ritual begins! The pack leaders are assembling by the fire."
Alaric's gaze hardened as it fixed upon her. "Miriam, take this." He seized the shawl containing Giselle's belongings and thrust it into the maid's arms without hesitation.
Turning back to Giselle, he cupped her face with his hands, his touch tender yet urgent. "I will find you," he promised, his voice thick with unspoken emotion. "I swear it."
His lips met hers in a kiss that was as desperate as it was tender-full of love, of a plea that hung unspoken between them. Giselle's tears fell freely as her fingers clung to him, unwilling to release him.
"Go," Alaric whispered against her lips, his voice breaking with the weight of it. "Please."
Miriam pulled gently at Giselle's arm, guiding her away.
Through blurred eyes, Giselle followed Miriam down the narrow passage, the shadows creeping in around them, threatening to engulf them both. At the end of the corridor, a great cave loomed, but they came to a sudden halt.
Lydia Voss stood in their path.
A flicker of relief washed over Giselle, and her breath caught. "Lydia..."
She moved to step forward, but something was amiss. Lydia remained motionless, her eyes cold and distant. The familiar warmth was gone, replaced with a chilling emptiness. From the shadows, wolves began to emerge, flanking Lydia on either side with silent menace.
Giselle's stomach clenched. Her voice trembled. "Lydia?"
The woman who had been her steadfast companion for so long simply tilted her head, watching her with the gaze of a predator.
"Please... you don't have to do this."
Lydia's lips curled into a slow, bitter smile, a smile that lacked the affection it once held.
"If you wish to avoid harm-if you wish to protect the child-come with us," she said coldly, her words calculated.
Giselle blinked, as if trying to clear the fog in her mind. This could not be Lydia. The same Lydia who had been her rock, who had stood by her through countless trials. The same Lydia who had sworn loyalty to her, and to Alaric.
Miriam stepped forward, standing between Giselle and Lydia with defiance in her posture. "How dare you impede the Luna's path?" she spat. "Step aside!"
Lydia's laugh was sharp and humorless, the sound carrying no warmth. "Luna?" She regarded Giselle with a look of contempt. "After today, she will be no such thing."
Giselle's throat constricted with sorrow and disbelief. "Why? Why are you doing this? We were friends! You-"
"Friends?" Lydia's smile twisted into something dark and cruel. "I was never your friend."
The words struck like a blow, cold and final.
Giselle staggered back, her breath catching in her throat. "That cannot be true!" she cried, her voice trembling with disbelief. "You were there when I wed Alaric. You rescued me when danger loomed. You stood by me, by my side, since I was named Luna!"
Lydia's gaze hardened, her eyes flashing with bitterness. "And you stole everything from me," she spat, her voice venomous. "I was to be Luna. Me. But you, a mere stranger, arrived and seized what was rightfully mine."
Giselle shook her head in frantic denial, her voice growing stronger. "You are mistaken. I did not take what was yours. Alpha Alaric is my mate; it is my place by his side. What do you gain by betraying your pack, Lydia?"
Lydia's laugh was low and dark. "A great deal."
She stepped closer, her voice dropping into a venomous whisper. "I sold you out. You are the king's daughter-the traitor king's spawn. The pack leaders have sought your blood for years. They promised me power in another pack in exchange for you. So I gave you to them."
Giselle's world seemed to shift beneath her, her legs unsteady.
She had known? Lydia had known all along?
For years, Giselle had trusted Lydia with her innermost thoughts, her deepest fears, her unspoken hopes. And all the while, Lydia had bided her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
"You..." Giselle's voice faltered, barely escaping her lips. "You knew?"
Lydia's lips curled, though her expression was devoid of any remorse. It was pity, but not for Giselle. "For many moons," she murmured, her voice lowering to a near whisper. "You understand what this means for the child you carry, do you not?"
Giselle instinctively placed her hand on her belly, her face hardening. "Nothing shall happen to my child."
Lydia's eyes darkened, her face becoming a mask of cruelty. "The pack leaders have vowed to burn both of you should you refuse to surrender. Be wise, Giselle. Come quietly."
Before Giselle could respond, Miriam stepped forward, her stance defiant. "Not while I draw breath."
Lydia's smile sharpened, becoming predatory. "That can be arranged."
With a swift motion, Lydia's nails elongated, her fingers shifting into deadly claws. Her half-shifted form moved with speed.
Miriam barely had time to react before Lydia struck.
A sickening crack echoed through the cave.
Miriam's body was hurled against the stone wall, the impact knocking her unconscious in an instant.
With a casual flick of her wrist, Lydia signaled to the wolves.
Giselle felt the surge of her power, wild and uncontrollable, flare to life. She thrust her hands outward, unleashing a shockwave that radiated from her very core.
The wolves were thrown back, their bodies crashing violently against the cave's jagged walls, dust and debris falling from above.
Lydia, however, remained untouched. She smirked, her expression one of cruel satisfaction, as she withdrew a glowing crystal from her pocket.
"Do not resist, my dear friend," Lydia purred, her voice sickly sweet. "It will not take long."
The crystal's light flared bright, searing into Giselle's skull like fire.
A scream tore from her throat as her power was torn away, drained from her veins, leaving her trembling and weak. Darkness crept in, swallowing her vision.
The last thing she saw was Miriam's broken body, crumpled against the stone, and Lydia's triumphant smile.
Then, all was still.
Introduction:
Long ago, before the rise of packs and Alphas, the Lycans ruled. Beasts of unmatched strength, they were neither mere werewolves nor any lesser creature that walked the earth. They were power itself, immortal, indomitable, divine. Hidden from the world, they lived in peace and thrived in their secluded kingdom.
But peace never lasts when jealousy takes root.
The werewolves envied them and resented their power. They saw the Lycans as a threat, an insult to their existence. For the first time in history, the scattered werewolf clans united under a single cause: to bring down the Lycans.
Even against an entire species, the Lycans stood unshaken. They were stronger, faster, and more intelligent. Victory should have been theirs.
But power is never just about brute strength.
Desperate, the werewolves turned to an ancient force, the Twelve Blood Witches. A deal was struck, and a truce was made. In exchange for sparing the witches from future wars, the witches agreed to weave a spell of darkness. A curse seeped into the very bloodline of the Lycans, poisoning their strength and weakening their dynasty.
The war that followed was brutal. It was a massacre. One by one, the Lycans fell, their legendary resilience turned to dust beneath the weight of the witches' dark magic. The dynasty was wiped out. Erased.
But greed is never satisfied.
The werewolves had won, but their hunger for dominance was endless. There was still another kind they despised: the Wolf-Men.
The Wolf-Men were not just werewolves. They were the ancients, the first of their kind. Stronger than any ordinary wolf, they were the original rulers of the werewolves, the royal bloodline to whom all packs once answered. A legacy of might and command.
The pack leaders, hungry for absolute control, conspired once more with the Twelve Blood Witches.
On a night bathed in moonlight, the final betrayal unfolded. During the sacred full-moon ritual, when the Werewolf King and his son fell into their ancestral sleep, the pack leaders struck. Silent and merciless. Blades met flesh, and the royal bloodline was severed, quite literally, from their throne.
Their heads rolled. Their legacy ended.
Or so they thought.
"Did you think I'd just let you go?" Suzanne's grip on her son tightened as Charles took a slow step forward, his smirk curling like smoke in the air. "I sent you the damn divorce papers, Charles. Sign them and leave." He chuckled. "Oh, I got them." Another step. "But I don't sign away what's mine." She backed up. "I am not yours. I stopped being yours the night you betrayed me." His jaw clenched. The silence stretched-thick, suffocating-before he lunged. Suzanne barely had time to gasp before his hands were on her, ripping their son from her arms. The boy hit the couch with a soft thud and let out a startled cry. "You son of a-!" She shoved at him, clawing, struggling, but he was stronger. His hands dug into her waist, yanking her against him, his breath hot and reeking of alcohol. "You're mine, Suzanne," he growled, fingers digging into her skin. "And if I can't have you-" his grip tightened, his lips brushing her ear, "no one will." Then-CRACK! Charles gone-ripped off her, sent flying across the room. Suzanne gasped, chest heaving, scrambling back just as her attacker crashed into a table. A voice, dark and furious, sliced through the chaos. "Touch her again, and I'll kill you." Her heart stopped. She knew that voice. Liam Carter. --- Trapped in a loveless marriage to a ruthless CEO, Suzanne Smith thought she had no way out-until Liam Carter, her high school sweetheart, walked back into her life. He's everything her husband isn't-kind, passionate, and willing to fight for her. But leaving Charles Langford won't be easy. His Lies. Betrayal. Violence. Suzanne is done playing the perfect wife. This time, she's fighting back. Will she escape his grip, or will her past consume her? How far will she go for freedom?
Eve, a rich heiress, is obsessed with revenge against her cruel step-sibling, but nothing she does seems to hurt them. Desperate, she makes a risky deal with a demon to get his help. In exchange, he gives up part of his immortality, leaving him weaker and vulnerable. To regain his power, the demon must make Eve fall in love with him-something completely against his nature. But as they work together, their connection grows. Eve begins to soften, drawn to the demon's unexpected kindness, while he discovers feelings he thought he'd lost. Their bond becomes undeniable as the demon admits he cares for Eve, seeing not just her anger but her strength and heart. Now, Eve is torn between her thirst for vengeance and her growing feelings for him. With danger closing in, they must face a difficult question: will their love break them, or will it save them both?
After pursuing Kathleen who wouldn't yield to him, Aiden decided to use other means. With his deceptive ways, he made her work for him just to be closer to her everyday. One day, he gave her these rules: 1. Avoid my room. No trespassing. 2. Diligent and be alert at all times. 3. No gossip. That should be one of your qualities as a therapist. 4. Be by my side while I sleep. 5. Respect. No disobedience. 6. Don't be a nosy type. MIND YOUR BUSINESS. 7. Do not fight or bully. 8. No inviting friends. 9. Do not leave the mansion except on your free days. 10. 9am to 10am- 12am till daybreak for sessions. When Kathleen read this, she was spitefully angered, throwing him many cursed words at the same time, "You know what?, fuck you and your rules' shithead. You psycho!!" Unbotheredly, he reminded her, "You owe me," "To hell with you, I'm going to pay you back every dime that I owe." But his next words made her dumbfounded. Smirking, he questioned, "How do you pay $10m?." Book 1 of Billionaire's Ex-lover
Avila grew up emotionally damaged by the man she thought was her father, she was hated and disrespected in her kingdom and as the heir to the throne, she was rejected by her people because she was born blind. What happens to her after the war and their kingdom is lost to Sabaene kingdom where the king took her in? Would he be able to love her or would he hate her because he lost his parents in the hands of Avila's father? "Father?. You dare call me father?." Before Avila could apologize, a deafening slap landed on her right cheek. "You're nothing but a cursed child. I regret the day you were born and every time I look at you, I feel like squeezing the life out of you." King Edward IV snarled, with his deadly eyes on Avila. He breathed out heavily, turned around and stormed off the dark room in which she was caged. A whimper left her lips when Avila saw her father was long gone. She fell on the floor with hot tears rolling down her cheeks. ………
After five years of leaving Seattle and her normal life with her ex-lover. She comes back with her child, but not as the Kathleen anyone knew before, but as a good businesswoman. After going to a dinner party and accidentally meeting her ex-lover, her love for him re-kindled and she seem to go on another romantic session with him. But would they be together after Clara came back to cause more trouble for them?.
Warning- Mature Audiences only!. -Strong sexual content. -® rated language. © Original work. Description: "Get up!." He commanded. His voice was stern and his cold blue eyes pierced into my skin. I didn't look fazed by his intimidating demeanor. "You muckerfucker blood-sucking demon." I cussed, biting down my lower lip to hinder myself from not raining more curses at him. He smirked. He glided across the room until he stood in front of me, I looked right into his eyes as he lowered down to my level. His hand gripped my chin up, his blue eyes looking deep into mine. "You won't end well if you continue to speak to me like that," I smirked. "I am not afraid of you!" He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "And you're afraid of death, I am death." My jaw dropped. He knows where to get me. He let go of me seeing my frightened look and looking satisfied. "But you didn't have to kill that girl for my sake. She did nothing." "Someone's going to cover up for you." He turned around and went to sit on my bed. "But I didn't kill him. There was nothing to cover up for." "Oh, dear." He said and lit his joint up. "He died." I froze. I killed someone too. I've stained my hands with blood. "Don't look too surprised and all that stunned. That's one thing you'll learn how to do and face. You've got to learn how to kill." *** Vanora Campbell's mom died leaving her with her uncaring father, she blamed her father for killing her mother and lived so carelessly thereafter. Her life turned upside down when her dad sold her to the Italian mafia boss, Zavi Covillie.
The day Lilah found out that she was pregnant, she caught her fiancé cheating on her. Her remorseless fiancé and his mistress almost killed her. Lilah fled for her dear life. When she returned to her hometown five years later, she happened to save a little boy's life. The boy's father turned out to be the world's richest man. Everything changed for Lilah from that moment. The man didn't let her experience any inconvenience. When her ex-fiancé bullied her, he crushed the scumbag's family and also rented out an entire island just to give Lilah a break from all the drama. He also taught Lilah's hateful father a lesson. He crushed all her enemies before she even asked. When Lilah's vile sister threw herself at him, he showed her a marriage certificate and said, "I'm happily married and my wife is much more beautiful than you are!" Lilah was shocked. "When did we ever get married? Last I checked, I was still single." With a wicked smile, he said, "Honey, we've been married for five years. Isn't it about time we had another child together?" Lilah's jaw dropped to the floor. What the hell was he talking about?
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - 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 doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes 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 Ian begged her not to leave him?
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.