The long-forgotten darkness awakens within the concealed shifter refuge located in Moon City. The uneasy peace between the Greyhound and Crimson Eye packs has lasted for decades until the unexplained disappearance of humans and livestock sparks fear that leads to a potential war between the two packs. The packs' strongest warriors, Vaelrick Dain and Sylara Voss, become unwilling allies to prevent bloodshed. But their history is steeped in pain. Vaelrick's rejection of Sylara as his destined partner broke her heart and condemned him to his cursed destiny. Under the ominous threat of death spreading through their city, they must unite to discover the truth. Their investigation reveals an ancient legend of a vengeful creature tied to Vaelrick's lineage along with a curse destined to destroy him and a traitor hiding among their ranks. When Sylara is taken, Vaelrick is faced with an impossible choice: The abduction of Sylara presents Vaelrick with a harrowing decision: remain loyal to his Alpha responsibilities or acknowledge the bond he previously rejected. As time dwindles, fate compels them to re-evaluate their beliefs and face the question of whether two damaged souls can save each other or if their past wounds will destroy them both.
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Sylara Voss pressed herself to the ground amid the foliage with her muscles rigid as she examined the surrounding terrain. A trio of deer sprawled across the clearing with gaping wounds that exposed their spilt innards upon the moist ground. The deer's throats had been torn out and their ribcages had been shattered from internal crushing. But there were no tracks. No signs of struggle.
Her stomach twisted. This wasn't a rottack.AnothererShouts, hu meters. Above, do lm, oon loomed as a massive red orb signalled the approach of a danger worse than anything she had experienced.
A sudden breeze brought a familiar scent which she instantly identified through the trees. Vaelrick Dain.
Sylara's lips curled in irritation. The Greyhound Pack selected him to estigate despite the availability of better options.
From behind her position emerged a low rumbling growl as though the ground spoke. Come out."
She took a slow breath before standing completely upright and moving toward the moonlit area.
Vaelrick occupied a posispiltross the clearing while his intense golden eyes maintained direct contact with hers. He retained her memories-towering height and broad shoulders gave the impression of a contained alpha power. Time worked to sharpen his face's edges while hardening his boyish feature,s into a more sinister appearance.
Too bad she didn't ,care.
She crossed her arms. "Vaelrick."
He angled his head towards her while maintaining a cool tone and stated that they were outside the Crimson Eye domain.
She smirked. "So are you."
His eyes flicked toward the remains before asking, "You found them in this condition?"
She nodded. "No tracks. No scent trail. Just... this."
Vaelrick approached and studied the bodies without revealing any emotion on his face. His jaw tightened as he assessed the situation. "They didn't die naturally."
He clenched his jaw tightly while examining the bodies. "This kill doesn't look ordinary."
"No kidding."
The gleam in his golden eyes intensified when he raised his gaze to her. "Any signs of human involvement?"
She shook her head. "No bullets. No arrows. She searched the area but found nothing that resembled the work of human hands. It was a message."
His jaw showed a small muscle motion while he remained silent.
Their shared history remained unsaid as the silence between them expanded to an oppressive weight.
She had believed that they were destined to be together in the past. Fated mates. The Moon Goddess herself had blessed their destined partnership. Vaelrick shattered her heart with his rejection breaking the illusion of their fated bond.
Their relationship had deteriorated into a tense truce between two adversaries.
Sylara refocused her attention on the d,eer and said, "The disappearances are becoming increasingly severe."
Vaelrick's gaze darkened. "I kno,w."
She observed him with inten,se focus before speaking.
His body tensed while his golden eyes displayed an unreadable emotion.
Her voicdripbodywwastideasas violently prefer to watch this city burn rather than accept our need for each other?"
His silence was answer enough.
A wave of intense frustration boiled within Sylara as her chest heated, but before she could respond, a new sound emerged to slice through the night.
could take action. His Hishersound took on a twisted, warped shape that seemed both ancient and deeply unsettling.
A shiver ran along the back of her neck as hairs stood up sharply.
Vaelrick's entire body went rigid.
"That came from the ruins," he muttered.
Her heart pounded. The ruins. The place no wolf dared to go. The ruins stood as the battleground where initial pack conflicts resulted in bloodshed and served as the site where curses were murmured into the wind as if they were sacred chants.
Sylara swallowed hard. "You don't think-"
Vaelrick responded with a grave tone in his deep voice. "It's awakening."
She understood the nature of the threat without having to inquire.
The Shadow Beast.
A legend. A nightmare. A curse.
The beast had returned after remaining silent for centuries.
Sylara and Vaelrick exchanged a look.
They had reached a point where their longstanding animosity was no longer present.
They were prey.
And the hunt had begun.
For seven years Papat Elvon endured poverty as part of an intense training program to prepare him for his future role as heir to the prestigious Embrace family. Papat has regained his wealth and is now prepared to reclaim his status in high society. But wealth doesn't guarantee happiness. Upon returning to his previous environment he discovers that the extravagant lifestyle he once chased now strikes him as strange. His entry into the billionaire world exposes him to secret political threats and unforeseen emotional trials while he develops an unexpected love. After her strong opposition to the elite Ayomie Basdew finds herself trapped in Papat's influential world. She plans to avoid him but his struggles make it harder to maintain her resistance. Papat must navigate a web of deceit and power battles as he searches for genuine love which cannot be bought with money.
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."
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
Their marriage was nothing but for the benefit of the two families. He could choose anyone to be his bride, but the moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew she was the one he wanted. However, their marriage didn't last for a long because of her indifference. Until the moment he signed the divorce agreement, he finally witnessed her true colors. It turned out that she also took advantage of him. Their divorce was not an end but the start of the real love game.
⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ This book contains mature contents,vulgar words,violence,toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers. ---- He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan."You sure you don't want this?Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words", She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight,managing through gritted teeth."I hate you,murderer", His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her."Say it again", She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly,as pathetic as it may sound.She gritted her teeth again and let out."I said I hate you,murderer!I wish you would just die and-ahh!",She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there."What are-ahh!",She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass. "Count!",He growled.
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.