Valeria became a slave at 8 after her pack was wiped off overnight. Hard labor, starvation, and bullying became the order of her days. But the worst was the rejection and Betrayal from her own mate Magnar and then left to die. Valeria's world shattered-until she discovered a secret power hidden inside her. A power that was linked to the Moon. A power was rumored to change the world order. It could be a blessing, or it could be a curse. The road ahead of Valeria was long and tough; Enemies and friends were equally unpredictable. How would this bruised girl survive in this cruel world? And when fate brought Magnar to her again, how would she choose? In a world where trust is a luxury and power is everything, would Valeria rise as a savior-or a force of destruction?
The Nightveil Pack bustled with activity as preparations for the harsh winter pressed on. Valeria, only eight years old, skipped along the well-worn paths of the pack's territory, her breath visible in the crisp air. The adults moved with purpose, hauling bundles of firewood, sacks of dried herbs, and crates filled with preserved meat. The sky above was an icy blue, the promise of snow lingering on the horizon.
From the center of the pack's courtyard, her father, Alpha Cedric, stood tall and commanding, his voice steady as he issued orders. "Ensure the food is stored securely, and double-check the insulation in the dens. We can't afford to lose anything to frost or scavengers. Mason, how's the inventory coming along?"
Beta Mason, a stout man with a weathered face and kind eyes, glanced at the parchment in his hands. "We're short on blankets and a few essential herbs, Alpha. I'll send a team to the forest edge to gather what we can before the heavy snow sets in."
Valeria watched her father nod and continue directing the pack. She admired the way he carried himself-strong and capable, always putting the pack's needs above his own. Determined to be just as helpful, she carried small bundles of wood to the storage shed, her tiny arms straining but her spirit unwavering.
"Good work, Valeria," her father said with a proud smile when she returned for another load. "Your effort makes a difference, my little wolf."
Her cheeks flushed with pride at his words.
Not far away, her mother, Elara, watched from the large window of the packhouse. Her hands rested gently on her swollen belly, a soft smile playing on her lips as she observed her daughter and husband. Though she yearned to be out there with them, lending her own strength to the pack's efforts, the late stages of her pregnancy kept her confined. Still, she found solace in watching her family work together.
"Be careful, Valeria," Elara called softly through the open window. "Don't overdo it, my love."
"I won't, Mama!" Valeria called back with a grin. But her mother's words weren't necessary. Unlike others, Valeria didn't feel the cold the same way. She didn't need the thick coats or scarves the other wolves wrapped themselves in. Her simple jumpsuit was enough to keep her comfortable, even as the wind nipped at her rosy cheeks. It wasn't something she thought much about, but she noticed the way others sometimes glanced at her with confusion or unease.
"Isn't she cold?" one of the older warriors murmured to another as they passed by, bundled in heavy cloaks.
"That child.she's something else," the other replied, shaking his head.
But Valeria ignored the whispers. She had too much to do to dwell on their curiosity. She ran to the storage shed, where Beta Mason was now overseeing the stacking of crates.
"Uncle Mason," she piped up, tugging at the edge of his coat. "Do we need anything else? I can help!"
Mason knelt down to her level, smiling warmly. "You've done plenty already, Valeria. But if you're still full of energy, why don't you check on the pups in the nursery? They could use a helping hand keeping the little ones entertained."
She hesitated, glancing at her father, who gave her a nod of approval. "Go ahead, little one. The pups will be glad to see you."
Valeria dashed off, her jumpsuit fluttering behind her as she headed toward the nursery. She felt a flicker of warmth in her chest, not from the exertion but from the sense of belonging and purpose. Even at her young age, she was determined to make her mark in the pack, to prove she was more than just a child.
Inside the packhouse, Elara watched her daughter with a mix of pride and worry. "She has such a strong spirit," she murmured to herself.
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That evening, as Valeria helped her mother tidy up the packhouse, a sudden, sharp alarm pierced her mind. Wolves of the Nightveil Pack howled and growled through the mind link, their voices urgent and filled with panic. Valeria, too young to have gained her wolf, could only see the fear on her mother's face as she clutched her swollen belly.
"Valeria, run! Hide!" Elara whispered harshly, her voice trembling. She grabbed her daughter by the shoulders, urgency written all over her face.
"What's happening, Mama?" Valeria asked, her voice shaky. She had never seen her mother like this before.
"The pack is under attack. Go, now! Find a safe place and don't come out until it's over!" Elara's voice cracked as she pushed Valeria toward the hidden storage beneath the stairs.
"But, Mama-"
"No!" Elara interrupted, her tone sharp. She softened, cupping Valeria's face with trembling hands. "I love you, my little wolf. Be brave, like your father."
Valeria obeyed, darting into the cramped space and pulling the door shut. She hugged her knees to her chest, her small frame trembling as she listened to the chaos unfolding outside. Screams, howls, and the clash of wolves in battle filled the air, growing louder and more desperate with each passing second.
But her hiding place offered no sanctuary. A pair of strong hands yanked the door open, and before she could scream, Valeria was dragged out into the freezing night. The cold bit at her skin, but it was nothing compared to the icy fear that gripped her heart as she was brought before a towering, unfamiliar Alpha. His dark eyes glinted with malice as he looked down at her.
She glanced around, and her breath hitched at the sight of bodies strewn across the ground. Among them lay her parents-her father's strong form lifeless beside her mother's, who still clutched her belly protectively. Tears streamed down Valeria's face as she choked on a sob, her world shattered in an instant.
The enemy Alpha sneered, his voice cruel and commanding. "Spare the pups. They'll serve as slaves. Their time will come when they're old enough to fight."
With that, Valeria and the other surviving children were roughly rounded up, their lives as members of the Nightveil Pack over in the blink of an eye.
This was the beginning of her nightmare-a life of servitude and loss, where survival was the only goal and hope seemed like a distant dream.
Riven Adams is strongminded, confident, loving and fierce. Everything an Luna should be. Zaden King is is strong, dangerous and ruthless. Everything an Alpha should be. "Don't play with fire mi amor. You're sure to get burned ." I knew his words were meant to be threatening but I took it as a challenge . I turned around and ran my fingers through his smooth hair, I pulled him down to my eye level, our faces too close I could feel his breath and his intense gaze on my lips. "You can't get burned if you hold the power of an entire ocean."
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
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…"