Alpha Gray Wolfin, the future leader of the Wolf Clan, was exiled to the human world as he had not yet achieved the awakening he was meant to possess from the beginning. He was forced out of his own world and felt cast away into the human realm by the king. Little did anyone know that in his exile, Gray would eventually find his awakening and his destined mate. However, it wasn't as easy as it sounds. The differences between Gray and his soulmate created opposition within the wolf clan, and the added banner of enmity raised by their rival clan forced Gray to think and fight against it as the future leader.
The dark atmosphere, the penetrating scent of the forest that immediately reaches my nose, makes me scan my gaze in all directions. I don't know where I am at the moment. I'm certain that I should be on a plane heading to the place where I will be living in the future. So why have I ended up in this unfamiliar place, I wonder.
" He should have been truly sent into exile." The heavy voice echoes, making me jolt. The voice is so clear, yet I haven't located its source.
" What's wrong with me? Isn't it just a matter of time?" Another sentence I hear guides my steps towards the source of the voice, and this time I see a group of people. But where is this? The ambiance is vastly different from the place I'm familiar with. It's like the setting of a fantasy movie-a royal throne with chairs lined up in front of it.
"This isn't normal. How can he become the heir of this nation's clan when he hasn't achieved his awakening until now?" Someone before their King utters these words while seated with authority on the throne.
They seem to be discussing something. But why am I in this place? I stand quite a distance from them, yet their resounding voices allow me to hear their conversation clearly.
"Is everything my fault, huh? Forget your foolish idea of driving me away from my homeland, because in the end, all of you will have to bow down to me."
"Alpha," the weighty voice resounds, quieting the commotion before him. Everyone falls silent and bows, except for a young man who meets the King's gaze with his arrogant stare.
"Why? Don't tell me you agree with their idea," he speaks again to the King.
"That's your punishment for exile due to the chaos you've caused, not a means to achieve your awakening," the King responds, causing the young man to smirk dismissively.
"Nonsense," he mutters.
"You haven't even found your mate yet. a woman's voice comes from another direction, and for some reason, all the faces that are now not far from me appear blurry. I can't see them clearly.
"You can find your mate in exile, my brother." she speaks again, and after that, I scream when someone firmly pats my shoulder, drawing their attention to me.
I slowly open my eyes, and the clean white ceiling of the room comes into view. I start stretching my arms before pulling the blanket with a teddy bear pattern and rolling onto my side. It's still 9 in the morning, well, it's kind of late morning, but I still feel tired and sleepy.
I fall silent for a moment; it feels like I've experienced something, perhaps a dream that I don't remember even a bit.
My body feels really tired after the journey from my hometown to New York. It took a very long time, so I decide to be lazy in this soft bed. Well, before my phone's ringtone forces me to get up and walk to the source of the sound, then reach for my phone still in my bag. Oh god, the sound of my phone could wake up the entire complex because I had set the volume too high. I quickly answer it before that actually happens.
Seeing the name displayed on the flat object in my hand, I let out a sigh.
"Hello, Mom."
"Hi sweety, how's your first morning in New York?"
"Not too bad," I reply while walking back to the bed and leaning against the headboard.
"Are you still mad?" she asks, a clear tone of sadness in every word. Of course, I'm still mad at her, my own mother. She sent me to New York without involving me in the decision at all. I had to leave my school, my friends, and someone else. I try to be understanding about everything, since I'm already in New York now.
"No, Mom," I reply half-heartedly, because I'm actually confused about what to say.
"Sweety, I'm so sorry. I had to do it. It's for the best for you," she keeps saying those words, and I'm getting bored of it and choose to give in and follow her will. Even now that I'm in New York, she keeps repeating that sentence.
"I know, Mom," I answer, resigned, even though I strongly disagree with her opinion that all of this is for my own good. What she thinks is good might not necessarily be good from my perspective, especially since I'm the one experiencing it.
I get up from my comfortable seat on the bed and walk towards my suitcase, which is placed right next to the white-painted wardrobe. I sandwich my phone between my ear and shoulder, trying to listen to what my mother is saying on the other side. It's like hearing a voice recording that I keep replaying; I even know every word my mother is saying over there by heart.
"Are you listening to me, sweety?" she asks when I remain silent, merely being a listener.
"Yes, I'm listening. I'll study well here, follow all the rules that Aunt Ana and Rex mention, and avoid bad influences," I reply, trying to repeat all the advice she gave. I feel a bit annoyed; if she's worried about me being influenced negatively in the Western area, why didn't she just let me stay in Indonesia?
I pause for a moment and think. Okay, it's not just that reason that's making me upset. One of the reasons is that I have to leave someone who's very important to me.
"Alright, that's good then. I'll visit you at the end of the month. I really miss you." Really? I'm not sure she misses me. All I know is that she's currently having a great time with her new fiancé in Dubai.
"Mom, I have to get ready. Rex is taking me to sort things out at my new school." I choose to disregard her comment; I don't really care if she's going to visit me or not.
"Okay, have fun and love you," she says. After that, I decide to hang up without responding to her farewell.
I place my phone on top of the suitcase and stare at it, letting out a heavy sigh and trying to accept everything with an open heart because it's the only path I can choose.
I'm Aurely, stranded in New York City at the age of seventeen. I had to move to this city and leave my home country due to my mother's unilateral decision. I was born and raised in Indonesia, where my father Dion came from. He married my mother Alice, who hails from America, specifically New York. When I was young, I used to spend my school holidays visiting New York and meeting my mother's side of the family. It was great for vacations, but not for living permanently. According to me, I don't fit in with Western culture-be it their social interactions, way of life, or even their food, which doesn't suit my taste buds. Doesn't that prove that 99% of Indonesian genes flow in my veins? It's evident in my own body's characteristics: a petite frame, dark black hair, not-so-pale skin, and dark brown eyes. I inherited all of that from my father. I grew up in a small, happy family. However, that came to an end a year ago when my father passed away due to illness. Long story short, I couldn't stay there anymore because my father no longer had immediate family, apart from distant relatives. Staying there was practically impossible for me.
That's why my mother, Alice, decided to move me to her home country. And where is Alice? Of course, she's busy with her soon-to-be husband in Dubai. She decided to marry a Middle Eastern man about two months ago. I've met him a few times; he's a good and pleasant man. However, I find it hard to accept new people around me. So, I chose to stay in New York rather than joining them in Dubai. It would be even more difficult for me, and I'd be all alone there.
Of course not, my mother wouldn't leave me alone. She entrusted me to Anna, her younger sister.
Knock, knock, knock!
"Lia."
That must be Rex, Anna's only child. He's a police officer and is eight years older than me.
"Are you awake?" he shouts again, making me have to get up from my seat and walk to the door.
"I thought you were still asleep," he says, glancing at his wristwatch.
"Well, if Mommy hadn't called me, I might still be sleeping now," I reply, walking back to my bed and plopping onto the soft mattress.
"Hey, what are you doing? Get ready. We're going to check out your new school," Rex protests, folding his arms.
"Rex, I'm still jet-lagged. Can't we take care of everything tomorrow?"
"Lia, you have to start school the day after tomorrow, so now get up and get ready," he says, grabbing my hand and pushing my back into the bathroom, which is connected to my bedroom. He's always acting childishly and pushing me around, even though I just want to relax for today, or at least let me think about what I need to do in my new place.
Rachel, a headstrong young heiress, is forced to face a bitter reality when her dying father compels her to marry a man she never imagined-her new secretary at the company. To her, this marriage is nothing more than a sacrifice to fulfill her father's final wish. But little does she know, the man holds secrets that could change everything. Behind their cold agreement and mutual distrust, something unexpected begins to bloom. Will this forced marriage pave the way to love, or will it only deepen the wounds in Rachel's heart?
"You really know how to make me angry, Mine," Seth growled right in front of Jasmine's face, making her feel his warm breath mixed with the smell of cigarette. "What were you thinking when you were with that jerk earlier, hm? Were you intending to spend the night with him?" Seth asked, making Jasmine silent as she looked at those sharp green eyes. Because I'm angry. Because I'm disappointed. And because I'm afraid of losing you. There were so many reasons Jasmine wanted to tell Seth, but it felt so difficult to express them all, so Jasmine finally just reached out her hand and pulled at the tie Seth was wearing, which erased the distance between them.
Letta Letishia finally found herself living in luxury and wealth. However, all of that didn't meet her expectations when she had to marry a man who would be the father of the child she was carrying, the result of a one-night stand with Marco Jovanka, CEO of JV Airlines. Marco also happened to be her superior at work as a flight attendant. "Are you carrying my child?" Marco asked, staring at Letta with a questioning gaze. Letta, who had been avoiding Marco, could only remain silent as their eyes met. "Answer me, are you carrying my child?" Marco asked again, growing suspicious of Letta's evasive behavior. "No, I am not carrying your child," Letta finally replied, causing Marco to tighten his grip on her arms. "If only I knew that you were lying and hiding that fact, I wouldn't have let you go, Letta," Marco whispered with a low voice, making Letta's body tremble. Even Letta dared not return his gaze, only looking down at the tips of her shoes.
Letta tried to stand up because her turn might be called soon. Letta chose to go to the bathroom first until someone accidentally bumped into her shoulder, almost making Letta sit back down. However, Letta felt a large hand now embracing her waist, making her tilt her head slightly, and the next moment her eyes widened when she saw the familiar sharp gaze in front of her. Letta immediately pushed the man. "You," Letta said, covering her mouth, puzzled about how she could meet this man in a situation like this. "What are you doing here?" Marco asked, inspecting Letta's appearance, making Letta quickly shake her head. "I just dropped by," Letta said, unsure of how to answer Marco's question. Marco then looked at the room in front of him, clearly labeled 'obstetrician.' "You say you just dropped by. Maybe I would believe that if you were in a restaurant or cafe, but this is a hospital. How can you say you just dropped by this hospital?" Marco said, making Letta curse herself. Their attention was then diverted when suddenly the teenager stood between them. "Uncle, do you know her?" the teenager said suddenly, making Letta also slightly surprised. It turned out that was what made Letta feel familiar all this time. Their way of speaking was the same; they both had a very dominant style in conversation. "Yes, I just stopped by here. So, excuse me, I have to leave immediately," Letta said, making Marco unable to just let her go. Marco clearly knew that Letta had been waiting in the waiting room to be examined, making Marco immediately grab Letta's arm. "Are you going to have a pregnancy checkup?" Marco asked again, making Letta widen her eyes. "Why would I have a pregnancy checkup? I'm not pregnant," Letta answered, denying it with a panicked expression, making Marco furrow his brow. "I don't believe you," Marco said. "That's up to you. I'm not going to force you to believe me either. So, excuse me, I have to leave immediately," Letta said, but just as she was about to release Marco's grip, a nurse suddenly emerged and called her name. "Miss Letta Leticia," the nurse said, making Letta widen her eyes, while Marco looked towards the nurse. "Isn't that your name?" Marco said, making Letta immediately shake her head, but the nurse called her name again. "For Miss Letta Leticia, please come in," the nurse said, making Marco once again look at Letta with a suspicious gaze. "I may not know your full name, but I'm sure you're called Letta," Marco said, making Letta fall silent. Actually, Letta could have run away, but for some reason, the pain returned to her stomach. The nurse called Letta's name for the third time, making Letta finally raise her hand. "I, nurse... I'll go in now," Letta said, making the nurse nod before entering the room. Letta then let go of Marco's grip and was about to enter the room, but her steps halted when Marco suddenly followed her. "What are you doing? Are you following me?" Letta asked, making Marco fold his arms again. "Of course, I need to know your condition, and you also need to explain. Why did you have to lie about your pregnancy?" Marco said again, making Letta close her eyes. It seemed there was no other way for her to maintain the lie she had been covering up. "Is it that only those who register with this doctor are here for pregnancy checkups? Isn't the teenager you brought also going to be examined in this room? What's her problem?" Letta asked, making Marco look at his niece. "She's my niece, and it's a different story from you. She does have some issues with her body, but you're different," Marco said again, making Letta look at him while guarding her dignity. "Different how? I'm also going to have my body checked. So, it's better if you don't need to follow me, because you're nobody," Letta said, about to turn around. However, Marco immediately stepped ahead of Letta and entered the room, making Letta really want to grab the man with all her might and give him a slap. At least that could make her feel a little relieved. "Your saga ends here, Letta," Letta murmured, finally resigned to enter and follow Marco to confirm her pregnancy.
Xavier and Nadira's marriage, arranged by their families, made their relationships even more complicated. Whether it was between Nadira and Xavier, Xavier and Nadira's overprotective older brother, or Nadira and Anita, all these relationships colored Xavier and Nadira's future marriage. "Has Dad gone to London?" Xavier asked, sitting right next to Nadira. Nadira nodded in response. "Yes, Dad was taken to the airport by Kenzo, and Kenzo left for the office early this morning as he had to take over the meeting that Dad was supposed to lead," Nadira explained, making Xavier nod. Xavier then took a piece of bread prepared by Nadira. For a few moments, they remained silent, until a waiter approached and handed a small piece of paper to Nadira, making both of them look towards the waiter. "What's this?" Nadira asked, and Xavier also glanced at the paper. "A message from the young master, Miss," the waiter replied, making Nadira immediately realize that it was a message from Ditrian. Nadira opened the message, which contained instructions to go to Ditrian's room where he had stored a gift. Nadira found it strange that Ditrian didn't send the message via phone, but she promptly responded. "Thank you. You may return to your duties," Nadira said, and the waiter nodded before continuing with his work. Xavier looked at the paper held by Nadira. "Your siblings seem to be very attentive," Xavier said as he took a bite of his bread. "Yes, because I'm their only sister," Nadira replied without looking at Xavier. "But your father is a bit distant and strict," Xavier added. "That's because that's just his personality," Nadira replied briefly, making Xavier gaze at her for a moment before getting up from his chair. "I'm heading straight to the office. You can go back home with the house driver, right?" Xavier asked as he adjusted his tie. "My brother asked us to stay for two more days," Nadira said, making Xavier immediately look at her with a displeased expression. "Didn't you promise that we would only stay for one day?" Xavier asked, and Nadira nodded. "Yes, initially that was the plan, but my brother suggested it would be better to stay here for a few days. Besides, he doesn't ask this of us often. Just consider it as a return favor because he has been staying at our house for a few days," Nadira said. Xavier was about to speak, but Nadira interrupted him. "If you don't like it, you can go back to Anita. I'll stay here, but I won't give my brother any reason as to why you didn't stay. He must also know that you're accompanying your first wife," Nadira said before leaving Xavier behind. Xavier rubbed his face roughly. How could he be so petty? That would surely tarnish his reputation in the eyes of his siblings. Although Xavier had no intention of being a good brother-in-law in their eyes, he still had his pride and didn't want to be looked down upon as a man.
"Will you marry me?" Axton suddenly said, causing Emily to hold her breath for a few seconds before widening her eyes. "What? Marry you?" Emily asked to confirm, making Axton nod. However, Emily burst into laughter, even though it felt awkward. "You're joking, right? This must be impossible. How could you ask me to marry you? I thought this was just a sign that you're frustrated and making impulsive decisions like this," Emily said, making Axton shake his head. "Do I look like I'm joking with such a serious face like this? Besides, it's not April Fools' Day. There's no reason for me to lie to you," Axton said, making Emily immediately stand up from her seat. "No, no, no. I think you've come to the wrong person. How could you come to your ex-wife's best friend to propose marriage? You don't want to ruin our friendship, do you?" Emily asked, making Axton sigh deeply. "Because you're the only one who can understand, and by marrying you, Grace will realize her mistake," Axton said, leaving Emily speechless. Emily didn't know whether Grace and Axton were aware of her feelings or not. What she was sure of was that, over the years, she had successfully hidden her feelings well, keeping her admiration and love for Axton, her best friend's husband, to herself. Emily didn't know when those feelings had emerged. She also didn't know why those emotions suddenly filled her heart, unstoppable and undeniable. Now, Axton had proposed to her for a clichéd reason, to make Grace divorce Ethan, and Emily had reluctantly accepted. Despite facing Grace's anger for being perceived as a traitor, Emily went along with the decision. But Emily knew that this wouldn't be smooth sailing, as she had finally set some conditions for Axton. "All right, I accept your proposal, but with a few conditions," Emily's decision marked the beginning of their love story.
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Veronica is an eighteen-year-old omega who falls into an emotional breakdown when her Mate, who was soon to be the Alpha of the Sun crest pack, turns against her, hurls hurtful words at her, and rejects her on the night of the full moon festival because he and everyone in the pack, including her, thinks she is an omega. As if the pain of rejection, helplessness, and worthlessness wasn't enough, she lost her best and only friend to the cold hands of death when rogue wolves attacked their pack. Right in the presence of her mate, she was tagged as someone who always attracted problems and calamities anywhere she went and he turned a blind eye and watched as she was banished from the pack. With hatred for her life, she runs deep into the woods that were off-limits and jumps off to end her life, but in a turn of events, something else happens. What would her mate do when he finds out that Veronica is not who he thinks she is? Will she be able to forgive him? What fate lies ahead for them?
P-please, I beg you. Come let's go tell Christian I had no hand in whatever happened, p-please." I clutched the lapel of his jacket desperately. "Let's go. You need to tell my husband you were paid." "Young lady, you're harassing me." His tone was cold and his stare granite. But I could care less. "You harassed me first! You had sex with me without my consent, my husband knows and now I'm pregnant with this child he doesn't want. You ruined my marriage! I-I hate you!" ************************************ Caught by her husband with another man on their matrimonial bed the morning after her birthday, Hailey Codza could not defend herself. As though it's not enough, she gets pregnant. Her enraged husband decides to pay her back for her infidelity by having an affair with his ex-girlfriend - Denise Kellers, the family Hailey never knew she had. Losing her family's wealth and company to her husband and his ex (now girlfriend), she is devastated, homeless and penniless as all her credit cards are blocked by her husband. She sees the man who is responsible for her pregnancy. The man she has no idea how he'd found his way to her matrimonial bed - Jared Johnson. Jared is annoyed when this strange woman disrupts his meeting and accuses him of ruining her life, marriage and impregnating her. It affects his business deals and having no choice, he marries her to calm the public whilst engaged to someone else. But he loathes her and allows his family treats her badly. Hailey who has fallen in love with Jared is broken when she can no longer take the humiliation. She signs the divorce papers and leaves, only to arrive six years later to the country as a self-made, secret billionaire and a mother of twins. Now her two ex-husbands are begging to have her back...
"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?
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
What happens when an all business Alpha planning his chosen's mating ceremony, smells the most wonderful fruity scent that belonged to his curvy mating ceremony planner. Confident plus size Ji'lahni, her two cousins, and friend owns a successful Wedding planning company along with a dance, and self defense workout studio, get hired by their new friend who is like a mother to them to plan her sons wedding I mean mating ceremony? What will happen when the sassy plus size women step into the world of werewolves? Read to find out.