A genre about a beautiful woman, Selene who is a she wolf but has to choose a lycans as a fated mate but a show in strength is needed for this.
A genre about a beautiful woman, Selene who is a she wolf but has to choose a lycans as a fated mate but a show in strength is needed for this.
Luca was everything the pack disapproved of. He was a rogue, an outsider. Unlike the others who obeyed the laws of the pack, he had been exiled for breaking the most sacred rule of all: he had fallen in love with a human. No one knew exactly what had happened that night, but the consequences had been severe. And now, Luca lived on the fringes of the world he had once belonged to.
But Selene had always felt an inexplicable pull toward him, even as a child. She had heard the stories about him-how he was once a promising warrior, a future leader of the pack before his exile. He had been cast out for his love of a human woman, a bond that had never been broken, even in death.
Luca was a ghost to her now, a shadow of what he had once been. But there was something in his eyes, a fire that refused to die, a spark of defiance that matched her own.
She stepped into the clearing, her breath coming out in sharp, controlled gasps. The smell of damp earth and pine filled her senses. And there, standing by the old oak tree, was Luca. He had the same untamed look she remembered-his dark hair wild, eyes glowing like embers under the moonlight. He hadn't changed, and neither had the pull between them.
"Selene," he said softly, his voice like a whisper of wind.
"You shouldn't be here," she replied, though she knew it was pointless. He had never followed the rules, and neither had she.
Luca took a step closer, his eyes searching her face. "You came to see me, didn't you?"
"I..." Selene hesitated, caught in the tug of her emotions. Her heart beat faster, and the transformation inside her grew stronger. "I shouldn't have."
"But you did."
The words hung between them, heavy with the weight of the years that had passed since they had last seen each other. A part of her longed to reach out, to feel the warmth of his touch, but another part of her knew the risks. The pack would never accept them. They would tear her apart, just as they had torn Luca's world from him.
"I'm not the same person I was," she whispered, stepping back. "The pack... they'll never forgive me if they find out."
"I don't care about their forgiveness," Luca replied, his voice raw with emotion. "And I don't care if they hunt me down again. I never stopped thinking about you, Selene."
Her heart trembled at his words, and for a moment, the world around her seemed to vanish. The tension that had built up between them over the years came crashing down, and all she could think about was the fire that burned between them. The connection that had always been there, unspoken, but undeniable.
She reached for him, her hand trembling as it touched his chest. The heat of his body was enough to make her heart race, and for the first time in years, she allowed herself to give in.
But the sound of footsteps in the distance broke the spell. Selene pulled away from him sharply, her senses alert.
"We have to go," she whispered urgently.
Luca nodded, his expression hardening. He knew what this meant. It wasn't just a forbidden love between them-it was a death sentence if the pack ever found out.
A genre about a beautiful woman, Selene has to choose a lycans as a fated mate but a show in strength is needed for this.
A genre about a beautiful woman, Selene who is a she wolf but has to choose a lycans as fated mate but a show in strength is needed for this to be done .
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
"Always." That was the pact. Ava, Ethan, and Jax had their entire future mapped out: University of California, Westwood, together, a perfect, unbreakable trio. Then Chloe Evans arrived. Sweet, charming, and seemingly innocent, she systematically dismantled Ava's life-from subtly stealing credit for her work to "accidentally" wearing Ava' s prom dress and grandmother's heirloom necklace. Ethan and Jax, Ava's childhood best friends, not only stood by but actively defended Chloe, constantly dismissing Ava's pain and valid concerns. "Don't be so dramatic, Ava," became their infuriating mantra. The final betrayal came at a bonfire when Chloe feigned a "trip" and intentionally seared Ava's face with a burning marshmallow. Yet, still, Ethan and Jax rushed to Chloe's side, pleading, "It was an accident! Forgive her, for our sakes!" Ava's heart turned to ice. This wasn't merely a physical burn; it was the searing truth of their blindness, their utter betrayal. They chose Chloe, every single time. Their "always" was a bitter, self-serving lie. Lying in that hospital bed, the sting of the burn a stark reminder, Ava made her choice. She closed the UCW application, opened a new tab, and clicked "Submit" on Yale. This wasn't just a school; it was an escape. She was charting a new path, alone and finally free.
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