Aria's quiet life changes forever when she's attacked by a feral werewolf and left for dead. Saved by Ethan, a powerful Alpha, she wakes to find herself transformed into something she doesn't understand-a werewolf. Struggling to control her instincts and hide the truth from her family, Aria faces rejection from both her old world and the werewolf pack that sees her as an outsider. Ethan stands by her, teaching her how to survive and fight, but their growing bond stirs emotions neither can ignore. When Viktor, the wolf who attacked her, resurfaces with deadly intentions, Aria must find the strength to protect herself, her family, and the pack that doubts her. As secrets unravel, she discovers that her transformation was no accident, and she might be more important to the pack's survival than anyone realizes. Will Aria rise above the odds, or will her new life tear her apart?
Aria hops excitedly through the quiet streets, the cool night air tugging at her coat. Her thoughts were miles away, caught up in the last page of her book, the essays she had yet to finish, and the plans for the weekend that felt so distant from the reality of the late hour. The hum of the city felt distant, almost like a dream. Only the sound of her shoes stamping against the ground. (Aria Alexandro, 17-year-old female student residing in a city around the pack)
As the moonlight cast long, eerie shadows across the road, Aria felt uneasy. She quickened her pace, but the deeper into the quiet, residential part of town she went, the more out of place it felt. The quiet was oppressive like the whole world was holding its breath.
She shivered and glanced over her shoulder, but the road was still empty. It's nothing, she told herself, 'just the late hour playing tricks on me, I should have left earlier, oh naughty me, I was engrossed in my essay, mom will be worried now' she murmured to herself.
But then she heard it. A low growl, deep and unmistakable.
Her heart stuttered in her chest as she spun around, instinctively taking a step back. From the darkness of the alleyway ahead, a figure emerged. A man, no, something
More, towered in the shadows, his eyes glowing a menacing yellow that chilled her to the bone.
Before she could react, he lunged. His movements were impossibly fast, a blur of claws and fangs. She barely had time to scream before he slammed into her, knocking the breath from her lungs as his weight crushed her to the cold pavement.
She fought, her fists pounding against his chest, but he was too strong. His growl was a bone-deep sound, like the warning of a predator closing in for the kill. His claws scraped against her skin, digging into her arms as she struggled beneath him, helpless. The sharp edge of his teeth grazed her neck, and panic surged through her veins.
"Please..." she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, but the creature didn't respond. He was focused, intent on his prey.
And then, as she thought her life would end in this dark, forsaken street, she felt a sudden shift. The pressure on her body disappeared as if an invisible force had pulled the creature off her.
In the blink of an eye, the attacker-Viktor-was yanked backward, a loud growl of pain escaping him. His yellow eyes flashed with fury as he scrambled to his feet, but he didn't get the chance to strike again.
A voice, deep and commanding, cut through the night. "Get away from her!"
Viktor snarled, but it was too late. The stranger, a figure of imposing strength, stepped forward. He was tall and broad, and his every movement was fluid and powerful. With a single swipe, he knocked Viktor to the side, sending him stumbling backward into the shadows.
The newcomer knelt beside Aria, his golden eyes locked onto hers in an instant, a deep intensity in his gaze. For a moment, all Aria could do was stare at him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Who was he? Was he here to hurt her too?
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice rich and calm, with an undeniable authority behind it. "Stay with me."
Aria tried to focus, tried to speak, but her head felt heavy, her vision blurry. She could barely process what had just happened. Was she dead? Had she been saved, or was this all some twisted dream?
The stranger's hands were strong but gentle as he lifted her from the ground, cradling her in his arms with an ease that made her feel safe for the first time since the attack began. His scent was wild and sharp, a blend of earth and something deeper, something... otherworldly.
"Don't worry," he murmured, almost as if speaking to himself. "I've got you now. You're not alone."
She managed to catch a glimpse of his face as he carried her, his expression dark yet determined. There was a spark
Of recognition in her mind, a strange feeling she couldn't place. Who was this man? Why did she feel so... connected to him?
"W-Who... are you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, her head lolling against his chest as he moved with purpose.
"Ethan," he answered, his name flowing like a quiet promise in the air. "I'm here to protect you."
Her mind raced. Ethan? The name stirred something in her memory, but it made no sense. She had never met him before. She was sure of it. And yet...
Before she could ask more questions, the world around her seemed to blur once again. The cabin came into view- simple, rustic, and nestled within the trees. Ethan moved swiftly, effortlessly, as if the night itself bent to his will.
As he gently laid her down on a soft bed inside, Aria's body felt like lead. She could barely move, the weight of everything pressing down on her. The world around her was spinning, her body battered and broken, but there was something in Ethan's presence, something protective that made her feel as though, maybe, just maybe, she wasn't so alone in this terrifying world.
She looked up at him one last time, her vision fading, and as her eyes fluttered closed, she heard his voice again, soft but certain: "You're safe now. I won't let anything happen to you, Aria."
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
"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.
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.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"