For over a century, the Nightfang and Shadowveil packs have been very bitter enemies, their fight soaked in generations of bloodshed. When a more powerful enemy threatens both packs, an uneasy truce is forced between their leaders-Dacre Valnan, the ruthless and calculating alpha of Shadowveil and Aidana Draven, a brave and independent she-wolf who refuses to bow to anyone. Forced to work together, Dacre and Aidana meet at every turn, their hatred for each other becoming something none of them can try to control. But as problem draws nearer, they discover a sad truth-someone close to them is working against them, pulling strings from the shadows to ensure their death. Their rivalry takes an even crueler turn when they find out that they are fated mates, a bond that should bring them together but only fuels their rage. Dacre, affected by the scars of the past, rejects the bond outright, refusing to be shackled to the daughter of his sworn enemy. Aidana, not willing to give in to fate, fights it with everything she has. As betrayals give in and hidden truths of the pasts unveil, Aidana and Dacre must either continue down the path of hatred and destruction or welcome the fate that could either save or destroy them forever.
Being Alpha wasn't about glory. It was about blood, scars, and standing tall even when everything inside you screamed to run.
Aidana Draven didn't run.
She stood on a jagged cliff edge that overlooked the Nightfang training grounds, arms crossed as she watched her warriors spar below. Sweat, growls, and dust filled the air-music to her ears. Every strike, every dodge, every roar of effort reminded her why she ruled this pack. Not because she inherited it. Not because she was born into power.
She earned it.
"Better form, Kellan," she called down, her voice cutting clean through the chaos. "Your opponent isn't going to wait for you to decide when to shift."
The younger wolf grunted and adjusted. He knew better than to argue. No one questioned her authority-especially not after what happened to the last wolf who tried.
"Aidana," came a voice behind her.
She didn't turn. She didn't need to. Rowan always approached like a storm about to break-low and steady, with just enough warning to brace yourself.
"Speak."
"The Shadowveil patrol crossed into the eastern ridge again," Rowan said. "Didn't engage, just... watched."
Aidana's jaw clenched. Of course they did.
"Dacre's testing us."
Rowan didn't respond. He didn't need to. Everyone knew it.
Dacre Valnan. Alpha of Shadowveil. A predator dressed in patience. Aidana had never met him face to face, but the stories were enough-how he broke bones with a smile, how he carved his way to power with no remorse. He was exactly the kind of wolf she despised.
Calculated. Ruthless. Dead-eyed.
And now he was watching her borders like he was waiting for her to slip.
Let him wait.
"I want patrols doubled," she said, eyes narrowing on the tree line in the far distance. "And tell the scouts to track without being seen. If Shadowveil wants to play games, we'll remind them we don't lose."
Rowan hesitated for a beat. "You think he's looking for a fight?"
Aidana finally turned to face him, her golden eyes hard. "I think he's bored. And bored alphas are dangerous."
Especially ones with nothing left to fear.
She walked past Rowan, heading toward the heart of the territory. Wolves nodded as she passed, but no one smiled. They respected her, feared her, trusted her-but they didn't try to be her friend.
She liked it that way.
Friendship was a liability. Trust was a weapon others used against you. Aidana had learned that the hard way. People left. Betrayed. Died. She had no interest in giving her heart to anyone who could break it.
Her pack was her heart now.
And she would burn the world before she let anyone threaten it.
As she reached the den's entrance, a younger wolf rushed out, nearly slamming into her.
"S-Sorry, Alpha!"
Aidana raised an eyebrow. "Losing your scent, Malik?"
"No, Alpha! I was just-uh-sent to get you. There's a messenger at the border."
She tensed. "From Shadowveil?"
Malik nodded. "He didn't say much. Just that he was told to deliver a message directly to you."
Aidana's lips curled. "Of course. Dacre Valnan doesn't send letters. He sends wolves with death wishes."
She turned on her heel, not even bothering to mask her annoyance.
"Where is he?" she snapped.
"South ridge. Near the Ashfall path."
"Good," she muttered. "Let's see what the bastard wants."
She didn't take guards. She didn't need them.
If Shadowveil wanted to pick a fight, she'd meet it fang for fang, alone if she had to.
The path to the southern ridge was narrow and jagged, carved through old volcanic stone. It felt like the perfect place for Shadowveil to send a message-a subtle reminder of past eruptions, buried bones, and scorched earth.
And there he was.
Not Dacre, but a male who reeked of Shadowveil-tall, lean, with scars down his cheek and a permanent scowl. Aidana didn't stop walking until she was close enough to make him twitch.
"You have thirty seconds before I lose interest," she said coolly.
The wolf stiffened. "Alpha Valnan requests a... meeting."
Aidana raised an eyebrow. "That's cute. I didn't realize 'requests' were part of his vocabulary."
The messenger didn't respond.
She took a step closer, voice low. "Go back and tell your Alpha he can come himself if he wants something. I don't respond to leash-pullers."
For the briefest second, the Shadowveil wolf looked nervous. Good.
"Oh, and if you step one paw past our markers again," she added, "you'll return with fewer limbs than you came with."
His jaw tightened. "I'll relay the message."
"I know you will."
Aidana turned and walked back without another word.
Behind her, the wind carried the heavy scent of tension and old hatred.
Shadowveil was moving.
And she was more than ready to bite back.
Laura Mendes always wanted to become a top pastry chef, and landing a job at Moretti's Patisserie, the most prestigious bakery in the city, feels like her big break. But her excitement ended when she meets Shawn Moretti-the infuriatingly arrogant heir to the Moretti group. From the time she set foot in his family's bakery, Shawn makes it really obvious he doesn't want her working there. To him, she's just a random outsider who will never understand the Moretti business. To her, he's an entitled and proud jerk who thinks he owns the world. They always argued, exchanging words that turn the group into a warzone. But as the days went by, their hatred for each other takes an unexpected turn. Behind Laura's stubbornness, Shawn sees talent and undeniable passion. And behind his cold, controlling character, Laura sees a man struggling to live up to impossible expectations. When a major pastry competition forces them to work together, there was a spark between them neither of them can deny. But with family secrets, fierce competition, and years of resentment between them, will they give in to the temptation... or will their love crumble like the pastries she creates?
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Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
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