Three love stories, one world-this steamy, slow-burn sequel follows new couples finding their fate, desire, and heartbreak in a world where wolves love hard, and the stakes run deeper than ever. *** Ravenna & Darius' story Ravenna was born a disgrace-wolf-less, exiled, and left for dead by her own pack. But death refused her. Rescued after a near-death incident, she awakens with untapped powers, far more dangerous than any wolf. Stolen away by Alpha Darius, a ruthless leader feared across all packs, their meeting sparks chaos: they're fated mates. Bound by a prophecy drenched in blood, Ravenna discovers her lineage holds the key to either salvation or destruction. With an ancient war on the horizon and dark forces hunting her, Ravenna must decide-embrace the unstoppable force within her or let it consume them all. Mia & Dalian's Story Once a fleeting passion, their connection reignites, but love comes with its own dangers. With the weight of what they've endured hanging over them, Mia and Dalian must fight for their love-or lose it forever. Lucian & Emily's Story Lucian's mate is human-and he's kept it a secret. After capturing her during a war, their dangerous connection grows. But Emily doesn't know they're fated, and the truth could destroy everything.
I sat next to the grave, holding the flowers I brought. I just stared at the name on the stone, tears flowing freely from my cheeks.
"It's my birthday, mum," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I stroked the name on the gravestone.
Isla Hale.
My mother, my world, my everything. Dead, gone, and left me all alone in a world where I do not belong.
"It's my birthday," I said again. "And no one remembered. Not even father. He didn't even look my way."
My twenty-one birthday.
The tears were flowing wildly, my vision blurry.
It hurts. It hurts so much to live like I'm invisible, like I'm nothing, a nobody.
My father doesn't even see me, not really. He doesn't look at me, doesn't care. My stepmother treats me like dirt under her shoe, and my stepsister is even worse.
The only one who cares is Lucas.
Just thinking about him makes the tears slow down.
Lucas. My boyfriend.
The reason I still get out of bed every morning.
We've been together for three years, and Lucas has been nothing but supportive, loving, and helpful.
Even though the pack and my own family treat me like I'm worthless, Lucas has been there, offering his strength and love through it all.
He was like glue keeping me together.
My pack members and family saw me as weak, all because I had no wolf.
I was born without a wolf despite my Father and Mother being full blooded wolves.
Some people call me an abomination, a curse.
Things were different when Mother was alive.
I was loved then, seen as a person. But then she died, and everything changed. Father changed, the pack members changed.
Then he went ahead and married Lila-my stepmother-and my life became so much worse.
She came into my life, took my Mother's place as Luna and made my life miserable, along with her daughter.
Turned me into a slave, and Father never batted an eyelash to her cruelties towards me.
It hurts, it hurts so damn much.
I pounded my chest, trying to get the pain to lessen, but it didn't, it just increased until I felt like I couldn't breathe.
"Why did you leave?" I shouted at the gravestone. "Why did you leave me alone? I can't do this without you, mum. I just can't. You told me to be strong, and I am trying, mum. I am really trying, but it hurts. It hurts so much."
I cried and cried, the pain in my chest getting worse, but I just kept crying.
And then I felt it.
A breeze, a gentle breeze. It would have been a normal breeze but it wasn't.
It has a smell-apples and lilies.
It smelled heavenly, it smelled peaceful, it smelled like home, it smelled like Mother.
I wiped my eyes and looked around, wondering if I was losing my mind. Nobody was here, and even if someone was, it couldn't be Mother.
She was dead, gone from my life.
The breeze, though, whispered a different story. It wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, soothing my aching soul.
It felt like a caress, a silent promise that I wasn't alone.
"You're not alone." The breeze kept whispering, and for the first time in five years, I felt like I wasn't alone.
Mother was with me, always and forever.
I wiped my face and stood up, brushing the dirt from my dress.
I wanted to stay there forever, just be with Mother, away from life and its harsh reality.
But I couldn't.
I had spent too long and someone would come find me soon, and the consequences will be bad.
I picked up the basket of eggs, my errand unfinished, and rushed back to the pack house, praying I hadn't lingered too long.
The pack house was bustling, everyone preparing for tonight's event: the Lunar Eclipse.
For us werewolves, the Lunar Eclipse was more than just an astronomical event; it was a moment of immense magical significance, tied to us and the moon goddess.
It occurs once every century and is said to be a time where the barriers between the mortal world and the realms of the gods are thinner.
During this time, the moon goddess can exert her influence over the world, and powerful magic is released, affecting all who are connected with the moon, particularly werewolves.
It was such a rare and beautiful event.
And to think, the event was also aligned with my birthday.
It made me feel special, even though no one else saw it.
I walked through the pack, some tying the decorations, while others setted up tables.
I tried to make myself as small as possible.
I didn't like being seen, because there would always be sharp words thrown at me, and I had my fill of tears for today.
I had almost reached the kitchen when someone shouted my name.
"Ravenna!" I stopped short, freezing, fear gripping my heart.
The one person I had tried so hard to avoid.
I turned slowly and faced Lila, holding the basket tighter to steady my shaking hands.
I looked at her feet, not daring to meet her eyes, already knowing what I'd see there-hate, anger, and disgust.
"You vile girl," Lila's words cut through the silence, sharper than any knife. "You spent over an hour just to fetch a few eggs?"
"It's not up-" I felt my cheek sting and my ears ring.
When had she gotten in front of me?
I held my slapped cheek, trying to hold back tears, still not raising my eyes.
"Do not ever talk back to me again, do you hear me?" she commanded, her voice hard.
"Yes, Lila," I responded, nodding.
"Weak thing," Lila threw the words as she went, and I turned and made my way to the kitchen.
Yeah, this was my life.
I dropped the eggs near the chef, who didn't acknowledge me, and helped with chopping vegetables and washing dishes.
When I was finally done, I was tired and wanted to retire for the day, to rest a little before the celebration started.
I was on my way to my room when I received a text. I brought out my phone from my pocket, and a smile spread across my face when I saw the name on my screen.
Lucas.
"Meet me in my room." The text says.
I immediately abandoned all ideas of rest, quickly freshened up, and made my way to the upper floors. Maybe he remembered my birthday this year.
Hope filled my chest as I reached his floor.
I was about to knock when I heard a noise that seemed to shatter my already shattered world.
"Oh, yes. Like that, Lucas." Came the noise from inside.
I burst into the room, and there they were-Lucas and my stepsister, both completely naked, wildly entwined as they moved against each other.
Calista had always believed the past was meant to stay buried, hidden in the shadows of memory. But why, then, was her past creeping back into the light, intertwining with her present? She spent her days in a fractured state-broken, miserable, angry at the world. But at least she had carved out a semblance of peace, until Jaxon Castillo stepped into her life. With his hot body and expressive eyes, he shattered her fragile calm, dragging her into a tumultuous conflict she wanted no part of-a life that haunted her more than anything else. She had convinced herself she was free from the ghosts of her past, that they had perished along with her family. Yet, as she found herself drawn deeper into Jaxon's orbit, his intense gaze unraveling her defenses, shadows of her history began to resurface. With every stolen glance, she felt herself surrendering pieces of her heart to him, pieces she had sworn to protect. Both held secrets-dark, potent truths that threatened to dismantle everything they had built. Secrets capable of turning the world against them. Calista was fire and rage; Jaxon was cool water and soothing. They would risk everything to protect each other, even if loving each other was what could destroy them both. –– TRIGGER WARNING; Sexual content, PTSD and trauma responses, Violence. Reader discretion is advised.
!! Rated 18+ | Mature Content | Trigger Warning: Abuse, Suicide (Off-page)! ! - -- Camille knows she's being watched. The feeling lingers in every shadow, in every stolen glance from the unnervingly beautiful stranger who seems to know her better than she knows herself. Lucien is dangerous, obsessive-and utterly inescapable. But danger is nothing new to Camille. She has spent years outrunning her past, drowning in darkness until Lucien pulled her from it. She... loved him for it. She was captivated by the exhilarating danger he wove into her existence. The electrifying chaos, the seductive darkness, and the intoxicating pleasure pulled her in like a moth to a flame. Then, she is taken. Victor swears she belongs to him, and Lucien will tear the world apart to get her back. But as the walls close in and the nightmares begin, Camille starts to wonder if this war between them is about more than just her. Her heart is caught between two monsters. Two obsessions. Two impossible choices. Will she choose none of them, one of them... or both? Fate has drawn them together once more, and this time, the choice is hers: break the cycle, or be utterly, entirely ruined by it.
"A one-year contract marriage. I know you're investigating something,"-Lena's heart sped up and she fought to keep her features blank- "and I can help you with that. In exchange, for one year, my resources will be yours. Full access. No strings attached-except the ones in the contract, of course." Lena's heart raced. A marriage proposal, but with a twist. *** Betrayed and burning for vengeance, Lena Santoro-now Selene Costa-enters a deadly game of love and lies with Rafe Moretti, a mafia don with secrets of his own. In Naples, where power and passion collide, their marriage of convenience becomes a battle for survival. Can they trust each other, or will betrayal tear them apart?
She was the notorious Alana Wilson, a shameful daughter of the Wilson family. Her reputation went downhill after she broke her engagement with her fiance, Albert Harris. They pointed finger at her, calling her a cheater. However, in truth, who was the cheater here? Alana would do anything she could to have her engagement with Albert broken, even if it meant sacrificing her own reputation. Ten years of abuse she endured in her last life was enough. She made sure that in this life, she would never marry that cheating bastard again. As her previous crush, as well as her brother's best friend, Lorenzo Miller is now back to the country, what would happen to her already messed up life? Especially when her ex-fiance also didn't want to leave her alone. Sequel is out now! Rebirth of the Billionaire's Vengeful Actress Wife
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?
"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?
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.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .