n the heart of the war-torn lands where rival packs clash, Runa, the fierce Queen of Light, stands as the symbol of hope and strength for her people. A white wolf shifter with the power of an ancient legacy, her very existence is intertwined with the future of her kingdom. But as war brews on the horizon, Runa longs for a life free from the weight of her crown, seeking solace by the enchanted River of Tears, where her past and future seem to collide. Enter Asher, the mysterious and brooding Alpha of the Waterfall Pack-a man of strength and chaos whose very presence stirs the winds of rebellion. A dangerous force in his own right, Asher's eyes burn with the promise of revolution, yet beneath the fire lies a vulnerability he never shows. When fate pulls them together at the river's edge, neither can deny the magnetic pull between them. As enemies, they must battle for their kingdoms. As star-crossed lovers, they must navigate the treacherous path between loyalty and forbidden desire. Their worlds are set on a collision course, and the line between love and war becomes ever thinner as they face a destiny neither could have foreseen. In a kingdom where wolves are bound by duty, Runa and Asher must choose: will they fight against the very forces that have shaped them, or will they stand together and tear their worlds apart in the name of love?
The night air was cool against Runa's skin as she walked slowly along the winding path that led to the Midnight Citadel. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the stone buildings, and the faint sound of the River of Tears could be heard in the distance. The Citadel had always been a place of mystery and quiet solitude, but tonight, it felt like something more-an ancient energy pulsing through the earth itself.
Runa was no stranger to isolation. As the Queen of Light, the title was more of a burden than a blessing. People saw her as the future of the kingdom, but what they didn't see was the warrior underneath the title-the woman who yearned for freedom, for peace. She needed this time alone, to get away from the constant pressure of her father's kingdom and the looming conflict between her people and the rival packs.
Her red hair caught the light of the moon, a cascade of fiery waves that contrasted against the white cloak draped over her shoulders. Her eyes, usually a deep blue, were shifting in hue, a strange trait she had learned to accept over the years. Tonight, they were a pale, almost silver-blue, a reflection of the tranquility she longed for.
She paused by the edge of the river, the soft murmur of the water calming her thoughts. The River of Tears was infamous in her kingdom-legend spoke of it being imbued with the magic of lost souls and forgotten promises. Yet, for all its mystery, Runa had never feared it. Instead, she felt a strange connection, as if the river understood her.
She crouched down beside the water, letting her fingers graze the surface. The coolness sent a ripple of calm through her, and she closed her eyes, letting the soothing sound of the river drown out the noise in her head. The war, the politics, the expectations-it all seemed so far away here.
But the peace was short-lived.
A rustling sound broke through the silence, and Runa straightened, her senses immediately alert. She stood slowly, her hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of her dagger, though she doubted she would need it. The last thing she wanted was a confrontation.
A figure emerged from the shadows, tall and broad-shouldered, moving with the confidence of someone who was used to being in control. His steps were steady, deliberate, and his presence felt like a storm on the horizon. He was dressed in black, his cloak flowing behind him, and his face was partially obscured by the low hood he wore. But even in the dim light, she could see the sharpness of his features, the way his jawline seemed carved from stone.
Runa's heart skipped a beat.
"Who goes there?" she called, her voice calm but firm. She had been trained for moments like this. She was the Queen of Light, and no one would ever make her feel weak or vulnerable, not even in this strange, peaceful place.
The figure stopped a few feet away, and she could feel the weight of his gaze even without seeing his eyes. He lifted his head slightly, revealing the face of the man who had been both a mystery and a threat to her for as long as she could remember.
"Asher," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
The Alpha of the Waterfall Pack, and the one person who was not only a rival but an enigma. They had crossed paths before-briefly-during skirmishes and meetings between their two kingdoms. But she had never been this close to him, and the intensity in his gaze now unsettled her.
"You," he said, his voice deep and rich, the kind of voice that carried authority without effort. "I didn't expect to find you here."
Runa didn't flinch. "I could say the same," she replied, her tone measured. "But I don't think either of us was truly expecting this encounter, were we?"
A wry smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Not really," he admitted. "But I suppose fate has a way of bringing people together."
Runa's eyes narrowed. "Fate? You believe in that nonsense?"
Asher's expression softened, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. "I believe that there are forces at work beyond our understanding. And perhaps, tonight, the river itself has brought us here."
Runa didn't know what to make of that. The River of Tears, for all its magic, had always been something she avoided, a place of mystery she never allowed herself to delve into. But there was something about Asher's presence that made her uneasy in a way she couldn't explain. He was the last person she should be talking to, the Alpha of a rival pack, but for reasons she couldn't fully understand, she didn't want to walk away.
"I don't trust you," she said, her voice quiet but firm. "Nor should I. You're my enemy."
Asher took a step closer, the air between them crackling with an unspoken tension. "I know. But I don't think we're as different as you might think."
Runa raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "You're the leader of the pack that has threatened my people for years. You've killed our warriors, destroyed our villages-"
"I know," he interrupted, his voice low and tinged with regret. "And I regret it. You don't know what it's like to be responsible for so many lives. To bear the weight of the decisions made by others who think they know what's best."
Runa could see the flicker of something in his eyes-something beyond the hardened exterior of the Alpha. But she wouldn't let herself be swayed. She had a duty to her people, and Asher's words meant nothing if they didn't lead to peace.
"That's a convenient excuse," she said, though there was less venom in her words than she intended. "You'll have to do better than that."
For a long moment, they stood in silence, the only sound the distant murmur of the river. It was as if the world itself was holding its breath.
And then, unexpectedly, Asher spoke again, his voice softer this time. "Maybe... maybe I don't need an excuse. Maybe I just need someone to understand."
Runa's heart skipped a beat at his words. There was something in his tone that disarmed her, something that made her reconsider her initial judgment. But she couldn't let it show. Not yet. Not when everything she had fought for was at stake.
"You think I'm just going to let you walk away with no consequences?" she said, trying to steady her racing pulse.
Asher didn't move, but his gaze never wavered from hers. "I don't expect forgiveness. But I do think... that we both have more in common than we realize."
The silence between them stretched on, thick and heavy, before Runa finally spoke again. "If you truly believe that, then perhaps we can talk again. But not here. Not now."
Asher gave a slow nod, as if accepting her terms, though his eyes still held a deep intensity. "I'll hold you to that," he said quietly.
Before she could respond, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving her standing by the river, the cool breeze brushing against her skin. Runa stood there for a moment longer, trying to process the encounter.
The Alpha Wolf. Asher. The man who had haunted her dreams and nightmares alike. But there was something more-something unexpected. Something that made her question everything she had ever believed.
And as she turned to leave, her heart began to pound in her chest, realizing that this encounter had been the beginning of something far more complicated than she ever could have imagined.
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Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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?
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Eveline married Shane, an obstetrician, at the age of 24. Two years later, when she was five months pregnant, Shane aborted the baby himself and proceeded to divorce her. It was during these dark times that Eveline met Derek. He treated her tenderly and gave her warmth like she had never known before. He also caused her the greatest pain she ever had to endure. Eveline only grew stronger after everything she experienced, but would she be able to bear the truth when it was finally revealed? Who was Derek behind his charismatic facade? And what would Eveline do once she found out the answer?