Olivia exchanged a kidney for her two-year marriage with Lucas. She also thought that she would be able to live with him, but she never thought that everything would change after that woman came back... In order to divorce her, Lucas treated her in every possible way. Tortured, but after the divorce, Olivia realized that the nightmare had only just begun. What's even more ironic is that on the eve of Lucas's and that woman's wedding, she was pregnant...
My name is Feya Lake and I am 16 years old. I belong to a pack of werewolves who are known for their skill in both tracking and taking down enemies, though the pack was far from the greatest out there.
It was called the 'midnight' pack, it was my personal hell. You see I wasn't the prettiest girl in the world, far from it actually. I happened to be the only member of the pack who had not only raven black hair but strangely amber coloured eyes; it had nothing to do with my wolf coming through since I was just born with the rare eye colour. I didn't like it; it was the source of the many jokes which were thrown my way daily after all.
My complexion like nearly all werewolves was naturally deeply tanned, the genes which had been passed down to me from my parents being the reason why. The males also tended to be quite toned as well as the females, it was only predictable due to the exercise we used up when exercising and such. I didn't mind, I was far from being 'fat' or 'chubby' as so many of them called me, as a matter of fact I was unhealthily thin. Years of starvation and rood rations will do that to a person.
You see I was what most called me, the runt of the pack. I was short for my age, even at the age of 16 I was far from the tallest person in our pack. I was also quite petite, I didn't have the largest chest or the longest legs and I wouldn't have thought myself as ugly if it wasn't for the years of conditioning I had been subjected to. It was impossible for me not to take their taunts and teases to heart, they had broken me long ago.
Back to the subject at hand. My height wasn't the only reason I was called the runt of the pack, you see while I was the daughter of the alpha and should have been treated with respect I wasn't. I was hated in the pack, the reason unknown since as far back as I could remember I never knew what it was like to be loved. To be honest I wouldn't have thought it existed if it hadn't of been for me watching as couples mated over the years, it was both painful and amazing to watch.
I didn't think I would ever find a mate which was what made it painful. Do you have any idea what it is like to watch everyone around you live their lives in happiness, to find their soul-mate and yet take it for granted. They loved each other yes, but they argued over minor issues, they teased and taunted others who didn't have the privilege but worse of all them seemed to make it clear to everyone present that they had found there other half. It was both disappointing and sickening to watch how they took advantage of such a blessing.
Anyway I'm getting off track, but to put it both crudely and bluntly my family hated me. Again I didn't know why, since I was sure I hadn't done anything to offend them in such a way, but I cannot remember. I was treated worse than a slave, the reason being that it was my pack, my family, my parents who were treating me in such a way and not some random person I was taking orders from.
It wasn't a secret to the pack how I was treated, but the alpha was my brother and because of this they kept any thoughts on how I was taunted and beaten to themselves. My brother I didn't believe to be a good alpha, he was far from tactical, far from being good with the pack expenses and finances and extremely lazy when it came both training and his duties. My so-called father was similar, and while I had strangely been apparently gifted in the traits needed to be an alpha I knew from experience not to interfere. You know it is possible for the alpha to stop you breathing without a single touch; an alpha order will do that to you.
You see while everyone hated me, it was my brother that was the main cause behind it. You see I had been gifted with the colour white for my wolf, an extremely rare and prized colour that was the symbol of purity and love. Ironic though isn't it, my wolf represented love yet I had never felt anything like it. It was a shame, but it was unfortunately the way I had to live my life. He was in charge, and while I could see he was running the pack into the ground it was seemingly oblivious to everyone else. It wouldn't be long until they had to align themselves to another pack, give over control to another Alpha due to having no other choice. It didn't bother me; I didn't have that long left anyway.
"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?
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
Carrying a child left Adeline trapped in marriage to the ruthless and unhinged Waylon, and everyone doubted she'd survive to see the baby's first breath. Filled with dread but determined, she carefully won him over and soon became his lethal obsession. Yet on the day she planned to escape, Waylon drove their car to a cliff's edge, foot hovering over the gas. "I'm sorry, love—did you just say divorce?" His fingers skimmed her cheek, his tone a deadly whisper. "Defy me, and you pay." Later, drenched in blood and rain, he knelt before her, trembling, and pleaded, "Tell me how to keep you here."
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]