**Warning: Contains strong language, smuts, abuse and some really explicit content, please read at your risk.** "Let go of me..." Arabella said. She grimaced, shaking her head. "Do you think I would let you go so easily?" He questioned, then tutted. Sandro's nostrils flared as he sniffed her hair wrapped in his hands, Vanilla and Strawberry. The innocent yet naughty scent he remembered her with. "That would never happen, Cara Mia." Arabella gasped as Sandro pressed his body into hers. She moved to shove him away but he grasped her hands and pinned them above her head before pointing the gun at her temple. Arabella shut her eyes tightly as the gun cocked. She inhaled and bit her tongue whilst saying her last prayer inwardly. She wanted to run far away from him. Away from the surface of the earth if possible. But she was certain no matter how far she went, he was going to find her. ------------------------------------- Arabella's life took a u-turn after falling into her enemy's hand. She should feel nothing for him, however. He made her lose all her senses, even her clothes. At the mercy of her foe, she discovers some secrets about him and wishes to unravel more, but got what she didn't bargain for. Alessandro, an Alpha werewolf assuming the identity of a mafia Lord. He was the most wanted criminal in COOAN, and his name incites fear in all werewolves' packs. He was a man fighting his demons and needs a saviour before he drowns. After a traumatic childhood event that left him scarred, Blaze often kept to himself and trusted no one until he met Arabella, whom he believed was the perfect mate sent to him by the moon's goddess. However, she was taken. The powerful urge to save her from her...
PROLOGUE
"Bel, Arabella, listen to me," John mumbled as he embraced his teenage daughter. He took a staggering breath and caressed her pale hair before squatting to her eye level.
"No matter what happens tonight, do not come out of there."
"What's going on, papà?" Arabella replied, hugging her father back at the same time. He barely called her full name, and hearing it out of his trembling mouth made her anxious.
"Arabella, my beautiful child." He groaned, caressing her face. Her bright blue eyes widened, and tears poured out of them due to the urgency in his voice.
"Don't worry, Bel, just promise me that no matter what happens, you will stay right there."
She nodded, and her sobbing got intense; she clung to him, "Papà, please."
Her tiny body trembled as she held on. Even as he attempted to pry her hands away, she didn't budge. The dreadful feeling became intense, and she didn't want to let go for fear of it being the last time they'd see each other.
"Promise me, Bel, please promise me," John said as he joined his daughter, sobbing. He shook his head and bit his lower lip as his hands wrapped around her small frame.
"I promise you, papà, that no matter what happens, I will not come out," Arabella replied with a quavering voice, and her hand trembled as she made a pinky promise with him.
"Here, take this," John murmured, squeezing a white sheet of paper in her hand.
"Go there," He paused, brought out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and pointed to the corner of the room where another door was situated. "Whatever you see, take it and leave this place; go far away from here, somewhere he won't find you."
"These are the keys to unlock every door there, do not stay there, or else he will find you; just take what is there and go very far away." He added, dangling the keys in his hand.
"Papà, what are you saying? I do not understand you. Why do I have to run away, and who are you talking about?" Arabella creased her closely knitted brows and scrunched up her button nose.
"His name is Alessandro De Luca." He answered, wiping the sweat trickling down his face with the back of his palm.
"Who is he, papà? Is he a bad man?"
"I'm so sorry, my child; please forgive me," John mumbled, ignoring her question. His shoulder trembled once more, and he burst into tears.
"Papà, why don't we leave together?" She reasoned.
"No, Bel." He said with a slight shake of his head, "We can't, or he would find us and then kill you too. I can't let that happen."
"I'm so sorry darling child, my nemesis has caught up with me, and it's time I pay for what I've done." He said, and he nudged her into the wardrobe before shutting it.
"Papà, please don't go. Do not leave me here!" Arabella banged her fists on the wooden closet. Despite her cry, it didn't stop her father, as there was nothing he could do to escape the impending death that awaited him.
Tears slid down his bloodshot eyes as he turned to gaze at his daughter's hiding place to make sure it wasn't obvious she was in there. Arabella wanted to call out to her father once more, but the gunshots she heard silenced the words in her mouth.
From a crack in the closet, she watched as the door to the room went ajar, and a man dressed in a steel black tux strode in with some men with him. Arabella trembled as she glimpsed the guns in each hand. She clasped her hand tightly to stop her from yanking the closet handle and darting out to meet her father, who was on his knees.
"Please, Sandro, spare me. I truly regret what I did." John's hand extended as he grovelled in the presence of the man he was twenty years older than.
"Bastardo!" The man Bel believed to be Sandro exclaimed. He shoved his hand through his dark brown messy hair, and his piercing green eyes narrowed at her father.
She bit her lip as he kicked her father in his gut, which made him double over.
"Now you regret it, don't you?" Sandro's voice was laced with a thick Italian accent. "Well, too bad for you; I won't spare you this time. Do you know how long I've waited for this day to come, the day I can finally take my revenge on you and make you pay for what you did?"
Arabella shook as she gripped the handle of the closet. She moved to twist it, but she remembered the promise she had made to her father earlier. Despite all his pleading for forgiveness, Sandro didn't listen.
"Do you know that every night all I could see in my dreams was your betrayal? You took away everything from me due to your greed." Sandro yelled. His eyes narrowed as he gazed around, "I bet you must have hidden your daughter somewhere you think I wouldn't be able to find her." He chuckled, and his voice turned colder, "I'll make one thing clear to you, no matter what happens, I will find her and make sure she joins you in hell."
From her hiding place, Arabella shuddered at the threat. Within her, she was aware it wasn't an empty threat. The man currently punishing her father would carry out what he said.
"P-please, Sandro," John stuttered, coughing out blood, "It's me you want; kill me and spare my little girl. She knows nothing."
"Spare?" Sandro sneered. "Why should I spare the offspring of my foe? Did you listen to me when I said these exact words to you many years ago?" He said as he collected a gun from one of his bodyguards.
"You fucking made my life miserable," Sandro growled. "You caused me pain. Every fucking night, the things you did haunt me in my dreams, and they became my worst nightmare. You took away my peace and happiness, and here you are, talking about sparing your daughter." Sandro scoffed.
"Well, too sad, I wouldn't be able to grant you this wish. It's time for you to go to hell, and don't worry because I'll find your precious daughter and make sure she suffers the same way I did."
A wicked glint appeared on his face as he cocked the gun, pointing it at her father's head. Arabella closed her hands around her ears and shut her eyes as the shot fired. A while later, she opened her eyes to see her father in his pool of blood, blood spattered around the room, and she clasped her throat while heaving.
She opened her mouth slightly and breathed in before letting it out slowly. Her hands clasped her trembling thighs as her eyes glided back to her father's lifeless figure on the floor. Her whole body shuddered, and various emotions surged through her.
Grief, fear, pain, and then hate.
She loathed him.
She loathed Alessandro De Luca.
Arabella watched him laugh victoriously. He seemed like a psychopath, and she wondered if he was indeed a human or a beast in human form. But one thing she knew was the night would change her whole life forever. She'd never forget the face of the man in front of her.
Alessandro De Luca. He was her worst nightmare and nemesis. She was going to avenge her father, she vowed while sobbing quietly.
Scarlett Ryan, a Beta who always dreamt of when her mate would sweep her off her feet; just like the many stories she often heard about how thrilling it often was, she anticipated it. Until she met Kadon Shane, whom she believed was delivered to her by the moon goddess. However, he had a Fiancee, and as if it was not enough, he rejected her not once, not twice. No one told Scarlett about getting a mate with a Fiancee, nor getting rejected! Yet, he did it so easily and made it look like it was a normal thing to do. Alpha Kadon Shane, a sweet and not-so-sweet Alpha of the Moonlight Pack who had many dark secrets. He was ruthless and unforgiving. ★★★ "I hate you, I hate you!" Scarlett screamed, tugging her hair in frustration. Also, she swiped her eyes with the back of her palm, sniffing. "Perhaps you should write a list of things you hate about me because this is the beginning, darling." He smirked. "Why are you so mean to me? Don't you see we are made for each other?!" He shoved her violently as she gripped his hand. "I'll reject you over and over again! Get that straight: I am not f**king into you." She moaned as her head pounded; her heart hurt as well as her body, as it had bruised when he shoved her into the rough wall. She was rejected, yet again, and it hurt as hell. Will she keep on reaching out for a heart that seemed inaccessible only to her, or she will relent and move on with her life even though they were destined?
"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."
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.
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?
Caught in a web of betrayal, Nicole's life shatters in a single evening when her mother-in-law, Veronica, sets her up in an elaborate scheme. Blindsided, Nicole faces her husband Taylor's cold rage as he casts her out of his life and home, accusing her of infidelity and theft. As she tries to defend herself, her best friend, Sarah, adds another blow by denying their loyalty. "Please, Taylor, you have to believe me!" Nicole pleads, her voice breaking, but his icy response is a dagger to her heart. "I don't hate you, Nicole," he sneers. "I despise you." When Nicole reveals she's pregnant, she hopes for compassion, but it only fuels Veronica's determination to rid the family of her. After signing the divorce papers, a dejected Nicole wanders alone, where a brutal attack leaves her bleeding, helpless, and desperate to protect her unborn child. Six years later, Nicole returns from the ashes to inflict seven times the pains upon those who humiliated her and left her to die. "I'll make them pay so dearly that they'd regret ever been born!" She declares. This is a story of romance and revenge you don't want to miss!
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Julia and Evan were the perfect couple-or so she thought. But everything changed when Evan abruptly ended their relationship, leaving her heartbroken and unable to tell him she was carrying his child. Years later, Julia has built a life for herself and her son, Andy, while Evan has risen to unimaginable wealth and success. Their paths cross again at a chance meeting, but Julia soon discovers Evan has moved on with someone else. Julia is done with the pain. She's fought battles alone, raising a son who deserves the truth about his father, even if Evan doesn't deserve her forgiveness. When Julia told Evan years ago she had something to say, he didn't listen. Now, it's time for him to listen. But is it too late to reclaim what he lost? "We should break up," he'd said, the words cutting through her like glass. The pregnancy test in her pocket stayed hidden, just like the child they would never share. Now, it's Evan's turn to hear the truth-and to face his deepest regret.