Orphaned and haunted by dreams of a silver wolf, Aurelia Lane has always felt out of place in the bustling city. When a mysterious letter invites her to the isolated town of Ravencross, she hopes to uncover the truth about her past. Instead, she finds herself thrust into the heart of a centuries-old mystery surrounding a pack of werewolves long thought extinct. Liam West, the cursed alpha of the Forgotten Pack, has waited lifetimes for the one who can break their curse. Bound to a barren land and tormented by the sins of their ancestors, his pack teeters on the edge of despair. When Aurelia arrives, her presence reignites hope- but also draws the attention of ancient enemies eager to see the pack destroyed.
The rain hammered relentlessly against the windshield, blurring the winding road ahead. Aurelia gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles whitening with each sharp turn. Ravencross wasn't on any map she owned, and her GPS had given up miles ago. The old letter on the passenger seat, its edges worn and faded, was her only guide.
"Come to the town of Ravencross. There are truths about your family you must uncover." The cryptic note had arrived weeks earlier, bearing no name or return address. It had been tucked inside an envelope sealed with a crescent moon insignia. A coincidence, she'd told herself at first, but the dreams that followed had said otherwise.
A wolf. Silver fur gleaming under the moonlight. Eyes like emerald flames boring into her soul. Every night, it came to her, beckoning silently before vanishing into shadows.
Aurelia shook her head and tried to focus. The isolation of the forest pressed in around her. Towering pines loomed on either side, their branches intertwined overhead to form a tunnel of green. The road twisted and turned as if leading her deeper into the unknown.
A sign emerged through the rain, weathered and crooked: Welcome to Ravencross. The letters were barely legible, smothered by moss and grime. She exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
The town materialized moments later, its edges blurred by mist. It looked as if it had been plucked from another era. Cobblestone streets glistened beneath the downpour, and gas lamps cast weak pools of light over the sidewalks. Buildings leaned precariously, their wooden facades worn by time and neglect.
Pulling into what she assumed was the main square, Aurelia parked beside an old diner. Through its fogged-up windows, she could make out the silhouettes of a few patrons hunched over steaming mugs. She grabbed her coat and stepped out, bracing herself against the cold bite of the rain.
The bell above the diner door jingled faintly as she entered. Conversations hushed instantly. Every eye in the room turned toward her.
Aurelia hesitated, water dripping from her coat onto the scuffed floor. The patrons stared openly-worn faces etched with suspicion, their gazes lingering too long. She forced a tight smile and made her way to the counter.
A grizzled man in a grease-stained apron wiped his hands and approached her, his eyes narrowing. "You're not from around here," he said, his tone more accusation than observation.
"No," she replied, forcing her voice to remain steady. "I'm looking for an address. My grandmother's house."
The man's expression darkened. "Who was your grandmother?"
"Margaret Lane," she said, her heart thudding in her chest.
The name sparked murmurs among the other patrons. A woman in the corner crossed herself, while an older man muttered something under his breath.
The grizzled man's gaze sharpened. "Margaret Lane's house is out past the old mill. But if you're smart, you'll turn right back around and leave."
"Why?" The word came out sharper than she intended.
"Bad things happen to folks who stick their noses where they don't belong," he said cryptically, before turning back to the coffee pot.
Aurelia felt the weight of their stares as she left the diner. The rain had eased, but the mist clung stubbornly to the air. She retrieved the letter and followed the directions scrawled inside.
Margaret Lane's house stood at the edge of the forest, its silhouette stark against the darkening sky. The once-grand estate had fallen into disrepair. Shutters hung crookedly from their hinges, and ivy climbed unchecked along the walls.
The driveway was overgrown, forcing her to park on the road. She stepped through the rusted gate, her boots crunching against the gravel path. The air here felt heavier, charged with an unexplainable energy.
The door groaned loudly as it opened, revealing an interior cloaked in shadows. Dust motes floated lazily in the dim light filtering through the cracked windows. Furniture lay draped in white sheets, ghostly shapes populating the room.
Aurelia shivered. The house smelled of mildew and neglect, but beneath it lingered something familiar-lavender and sage, her grandmother's signature scent. Memories surfaced unbidden: summers spent here as a child, listening to Margaret's tales of ancient forests and mysterious creatures.
She set her bags down and wandered through the house, her footsteps echoing. In the study, she found shelves lined with books on folklore, herbal remedies, and astrology. A worn journal sat on the desk, its leather cover embossed with the same crescent moon insignia as the letter.
Flipping it open, she skimmed the pages. Her grandmother's handwriting filled the margins, detailing rituals and symbols Aurelia didn't recognize. One passage stood out:
"The Veil is thinning. The wolves grow restless. The lunar key must return, or darkness will consume all."
Her pulse quickened. She closed the journal and leaned back, her mind racing. What had her grandmother been involved in? And what was the "lunar key"?
A soft thud echoed from upstairs.
Her head snapped up. The sound came again, a deliberate, measured noise, like footsteps.
Heart pounding, Aurelia grabbed a candlestick from the desk and made her way to the staircase. Each step creaked beneath her weight. The hallway above stretched into darkness, the air colder here.
"Hello?" she called, her voice barely above a whisper.
No answer.
She moved cautiously, checking each room. Dust-covered furniture greeted her, but nothing seemed out of place.
The final door stood slightly ajar. She pushed it open, revealing a bedroom dominated by a four-poster bed. Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating claw marks gouged into the wooden floor.
A low growl rumbled from the corner.
She froze. Two glowing green eyes stared back at her, unblinking.
The silver wolf stepped into the light, its massive frame radiating power. It regarded her with an intensity that made her knees weaken.
Her instincts screamed to run, but something rooted her in place. The wolf tilted its head, a flicker of recognition in its gaze. Then, without a sound, it turned and leapt through the window, disappearing into the forest.
Aurelia rushed to the window, but the mist swallowed the wolf whole. Only the faint rustling of leaves marked its passage.
Her hands trembled as she gripped the windowsill. That wolf- it was the same one from her dreams... And now, it was real.
On the night of the Blood Moon, Nikky Lumpo thought she'd finally find her place-bound by fate to the Alpha she had always loved. But when Alpha Tobias Mattheus rejects her in front of the entire pack, branding her as weak and unworthy, her world shatters. Left broken and cast out, Nikky flees into the forbidden woods, where an ancient, cursed power stirs. There, she encounters Julio Irving, a monstrous, exiled Lycan who has spent centuries in the shadows. But instead of killing her, he does the unthinkable-he claims her as his mate. Bound by a force stronger than fate itself, Nikky finds herself torn between the mate who cast her aside and the beast who sees her true worth. As war looms between packs and long-buried secrets come to light, Nikky must make a choice-embrace the darkness and claim her power, or risk losing herself to a love that was never meant to be.
For years, Adele Kenneth has been a ghost in her own pack-an omega orphan with no place, no power, and no future. But everything changes the night she shifts for the first time... and her wolf calls to the most feared Alpha in the realm. Drake Anders is known as the Shadow Alpha, a ruthless leader with a past stained in blood. He doesn't believe in fated mates-until the moment he lays eyes on Adele. But claiming her would ignite a war, for she belongs to the very pack that slaughtered his family. Torn between vengeance and an undeniable bond, Drake must decide: will he defy fate and let Adele go, or will he risk everything to keep her by his side? With enemies lurking in the shadows and secrets threatening to destroy them both, their love may be the only thing powerful enough to rewrite destiny-or doom them forever.
Raine Carter has spent her life on the run, hiding a deadly secret-she is the last descendant of a bloodline powerful enough to challenge the rule of the ruthless Alpha King, Kade Voss. When fate forces her back into the heart of the Shadowfang Pack, she comes face-to-face with the one wolf she never expected-her fated mate. Kade has ruled with an iron fist, never expecting the Moon Goddess to grant him a mate. Yet, when he scents Raine, everything changes. She is his, and nothing will stop him from claiming her. But Raine refuses to bow, carrying secrets that could shatter his world. As passion ignites and dark forces rise, Raine must decide-surrender to the mate bond or fight for her freedom. But when an ancient enemy emerges, threatening to destroy them both, Kade and Raine must unite or risk losing everything, including their hearts.
Self-made businesswoman Aria Lawson unexpectedly lands a high-profile job as the personal assistant to the reclusive billionaire Nicolas Vaughn, she quickly learns that nothing about him is as it seems. Behind his cold demeanor and untouchable reputation lies a man struggling with his past and a deep, dark secret. As Aria and Nicolas's professional relationship turns personal, their undeniable chemistry leads them down a dangerous path of forbidden desire. But with the shadows of his secrets threatening to tear them apart, will Aria be able to forgive Nicolas's past in exchange for a future together, or will his lies destroy everything they've built?
When Cynthia Brown, a struggling artist, finds herself stranded in a small coastal town after a car breakdown, the last thing she expects is to cross paths with the town's most elusive resident- Arnaut Peterson, a reclusive billionaire with a past he refuses to face. Arnaut, once a celebrated architect, has buried himself in solitude after a devastating betrayal. But Cynthia's fiery spirit and stubborn optimism chip away at the walls he's built around his heart. As she paints murals on the town's forgotten buildings, she unknowingly brings color back into Arnaut's world. With each passing day, their connection deepens, but ghosts of their pasts threaten to pull them apart. Cynthia is running from a love that nearly destroyed her, and Arnaut fears letting someone in again. When the past finally catches up, they must decide- are they willing to risk everything for a love they never saw coming?
Lena, a girl with a troubled past, lands a servant job in a foreign country, hoping to escape her hardships. Her life takes an unexpected twist when she loses her virginity to a wealthy, heartbroken man, Max Kingston, who recently discovered his girlfriend's betrayal. Max falls deeply for Lena, but his world shatters when she narrowly escapes a murder attempt, and he vows to track down the one responsible for hurting the woman he loves. Lena's life spirals further when she finds out she's pregnant with Max's child, but a dangerous shootout leaves Max with partial memory loss, and he forgets everything about her. As Lena faces wrongful accusations and a potential jail sentence for a crime framed by the Baxter brothers back home, she feels crushed. Will Max remember the woman he loves in time to save her from this nightmare? Or will Lena be deported and imprisoned for a crime she never committed?
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
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.
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”