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She was brutally slain by her jealous acquaintance when she was pregnant and mated to the prince. However, fortune smiled upon her as she was reborn. The hideous scars on her face had vanished. Unexpectedly, her husband, who had previously shown her no regard, arrived at her doorstep. How audacious of him to permit her son to address him as Daddy. She pleaded with her body to awaken. "You mustn't perish. If you do, the infant will die too." It seemed the Moon Goddess had heeded her cries. The Goddess informed her that her bloodline was far too unique and scarce to be eradicated. That was the reason she had been paired with Prince Aldrich. She then realized her own significance, perhaps even surpassing that of the prince. Her body craved water, nourishment, a bath, and sunlight. But in that moment, her heart yearned for vengeance. "I must return," she declared resolute
Leon Keith had been poised to present a proposal to his girlfriend of eight years. However, his world was shattered when she abruptly terminated their relationship and opted for a different matrimonial path. Left disenchanted with the concept of love, he was astounded when his parents orchestrated an arranged marriage with the daughter of their intimate friend. Ivory Evans, a young woman of affluence, possessing a tinge of arrogance and a penchant for the finer things in life, had perpetually been a cause of consternation for her parents. They likewise elected to arrange a marriage for her with the son of their acquaintance. At first, Ivory was averse to the idea, but her stance softened after encountering Leon.
Alexia James, a name synonymous with wealth on a global scale, was wed to Henry Lee. A mere fortnight into their matrimony, Alexia started receiving affectionate missives from an enigma of a secret admirer. Every workday, she'd discover love letters awaiting her. Her vehicle became a canvas of love, adorned with endearing quotes and her favorite blossoms. Alexia was consumed by a burning desire to unmask this mysterious figure. Yet, what if this secret admirer concealed a reality far beyond Alexia's wildest speculations?
Kayla Green is no ordinary damsel; she's a vibrant presence in her own right. With a reputation that precedes her and a gang of friends by her side, her easygoing allure and genuine compassion make her a magnet for those around. On the surface, Kayla is the picture of schoolyard bliss, her laughter and cheerfulness seemingly unending. But beneath that sunny façade lies a home life that's more like a stormy tempest. School and her friendships become her sanctuary, a refuge from the troubles that haunt her behind closed doors. And not a single soul, not even her most trusted confidantes, have an inkling of the battles she wages at home. Enter Carson Knight, the school's notorious bad boy. He's the kind of guy who gives danger a new name, with a heart seemingly made of ice and a track record as a player that's the stuff of legends. He too has his own clandestine secrets. When he crashes into Kayla's life, it's like a bolt from the blue. Will he be yet another dark cloud in her already stormy sky? Or could he, against all odds, be the unexpected ray of hope, the unforeseen salvation she never dared to dream of?
She starts off perched on his knee, a rather unusual beginning. And as time passes, she worms her way into his heart. Dom, much to her surprise, turns out to be her boss. Their relationship takes a journey from a somewhat strange and perhaps even a bit improper start to a place where deeper feelings bloom.
I managed to stammer, “I-I’m not his girl, you know…” Ethan, however, smoothly interjected, his smile as warm as it was disarming. “She’s a rare talent. I count myself fortunate to have her by my side.” My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Seriously, what was going on? Oh, right. I’d conveniently blanked on this whole charade of being his girlfriend. Why in the world had I agreed to it? With a resigned shrug, I slipped my hand into his. Big mistake. The moment our fingers entwined, my stomach did a somersault. I recognized that fluttery sensation immediately – the dreaded butterflies. Heaven help me! Nicole Vargas, the heiress to a renowned artist and a hotel-casino dynasty. She was hell-bent on making it in New York to fulfill her aspirations. But her father had other plans and dispatched Ethan Gray to babysit her. He was fed up with her diva-like antics, and she wasn’t about to tone them down for him. The plot thickens when Nicole takes up residence in Ethan’s posh New York mansion.
Isabelle Knight grew up shrouded in secrecy—a half-human, half-Fae with a destiny hidden in her bloodline. The only heir to the Bane Pack, she was whisked away at the age of ten, her survival key to the pack's future. A secret betrothal ties her fate to Alexander De Luca, Alpha of the mighty De Luca Pack, but life had other plans. Ten years later, Isabelle stumbles upon a mysterious man bleeding out in her territory. His golden-flecked eyes spark a primal connection that sets her world ablaze. He has no memory of who he is but carries the weight of an Alpha's presence. As their bond deepens, long-buried secrets resurface, threatening to unravel alliances and ignite conflicts between packs. Can Isabelle rise as the Luna she was born to be, or will her hidden power doom them all?
As children, we're filled with tales of how mates are meant to be our protectors, shower us with love, offer unwavering support, and be our constant in times of need. Sophia Moretti was no different. She had dreamt of the day she'd meet her mate, picturing a future of bliss and unity. But all those beautiful illusions shattered the moment she laid eyes on hers. In a cruel, disdainful voice, Terry Moore hissed, "You're not worthy of being my future Luna." Sophia recoiled, her back hitting the cold, unforgiving wall as she fought to hold back the flood of tears that threatened to spill. With each stinging word, "I, Terry Moore, reject you, Sophia Moretti, as my mate and future Luna," he drove a dagger deeper into her heart, leaving her in a world of pain and shattered dreams.
Two packs, a long-standing feud, and a shared nightmare of mysterious deaths. A prophecy then emerges, stating that my path, as a young girl, is mysteriously linked to Alpha Reid of the rival pack. This prophecy is the key to the strange events. We're initially foes, but fate's chain starts to pull us together.
I was frantic, my heart pounding as I willed my legs to carry me out of that hut. But they were like lead, refusing to budge. Then, a growl, so loud it seemed to shake the very walls, erupted from within. It was a continuous, menacing rumble that made my blood run cold. As I stood there, trembling, a pair of eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, pierced through the darkness and fixed on me. My hand shaking violently, I aimed my flashlight at them and gasped. There, in front of me, was a behemoth of a wolf, a full ten feet tall, rearing up on its hind legs. Its muscles bulged, a terrifying display of power, and its eyes burned like embers from the deepest pits of hell. I was paralyzed with disbelief, the flashlight slipping from my nerveless fingers. It took a moment for my mind to register that this was the mythical creature I had never dreamed of encountering on this cursed night. I staggered backwards, desperate for an escape route. The werewolf lunged at me with a speed that defied belief. I opened my mouth to scream, but only a choked silence came out as I crashed onto my back. In an instant, the beast was looming over me, its gaze seeming to bore into my very essence as its massive paws pinned me down. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face, a mixture of despair and a fear so intense it was crippling. That monstrous being seemed like the embodiment of death itself. A glob of its drool landed perilously close to my face, and I writhed in revulsion. "Aaron?" I managed to croak, my voice barely audible. The beast gave no indication it had heard me, as if my words were nothing more than a faint breeze. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for what I was certain would be a fatal blow.
She was brutally slain by her jealous acquaintance when she was pregnant and mated to the prince. However, fortune smiled upon her as she was reborn. The hideous scars on her face had vanished. Unexpectedly, her husband, who had previously shown her no regard, arrived at her doorstep. How audacious of him to permit her son to address him as Daddy. She pleaded with her body to awaken. "You mustn't perish. If you do, the infant will die too." It seemed the Moon Goddess had heeded her cries. The Goddess informed her that her bloodline was far too unique and scarce to be eradicated. That was the reason she had been paired with Prince Aldrich. She then realized her own significance, perhaps even surpassing that of the prince. Her body craved water, nourishment, a bath, and sunlight. But in that moment, her heart yearned for vengeance. "I must return," she declared resolute
Leon Keith had been poised to present a proposal to his girlfriend of eight years. However, his world was shattered when she abruptly terminated their relationship and opted for a different matrimonial path. Left disenchanted with the concept of love, he was astounded when his parents orchestrated an arranged marriage with the daughter of their intimate friend. Ivory Evans, a young woman of affluence, possessing a tinge of arrogance and a penchant for the finer things in life, had perpetually been a cause of consternation for her parents. They likewise elected to arrange a marriage for her with the son of their acquaintance. At first, Ivory was averse to the idea, but her stance softened after encountering Leon.
Alexia James, a name synonymous with wealth on a global scale, was wed to Henry Lee. A mere fortnight into their matrimony, Alexia started receiving affectionate missives from an enigma of a secret admirer. Every workday, she'd discover love letters awaiting her. Her vehicle became a canvas of love, adorned with endearing quotes and her favorite blossoms. Alexia was consumed by a burning desire to unmask this mysterious figure. Yet, what if this secret admirer concealed a reality far beyond Alexia's wildest speculations?
Kayla Green is no ordinary damsel; she's a vibrant presence in her own right. With a reputation that precedes her and a gang of friends by her side, her easygoing allure and genuine compassion make her a magnet for those around. On the surface, Kayla is the picture of schoolyard bliss, her laughter and cheerfulness seemingly unending. But beneath that sunny façade lies a home life that's more like a stormy tempest. School and her friendships become her sanctuary, a refuge from the troubles that haunt her behind closed doors. And not a single soul, not even her most trusted confidantes, have an inkling of the battles she wages at home. Enter Carson Knight, the school's notorious bad boy. He's the kind of guy who gives danger a new name, with a heart seemingly made of ice and a track record as a player that's the stuff of legends. He too has his own clandestine secrets. When he crashes into Kayla's life, it's like a bolt from the blue. Will he be yet another dark cloud in her already stormy sky? Or could he, against all odds, be the unexpected ray of hope, the unforeseen salvation she never dared to dream of?
She starts off perched on his knee, a rather unusual beginning. And as time passes, she worms her way into his heart. Dom, much to her surprise, turns out to be her boss. Their relationship takes a journey from a somewhat strange and perhaps even a bit improper start to a place where deeper feelings bloom.
I managed to stammer, “I-I’m not his girl, you know…” Ethan, however, smoothly interjected, his smile as warm as it was disarming. “She’s a rare talent. I count myself fortunate to have her by my side.” My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Seriously, what was going on? Oh, right. I’d conveniently blanked on this whole charade of being his girlfriend. Why in the world had I agreed to it? With a resigned shrug, I slipped my hand into his. Big mistake. The moment our fingers entwined, my stomach did a somersault. I recognized that fluttery sensation immediately – the dreaded butterflies. Heaven help me! Nicole Vargas, the heiress to a renowned artist and a hotel-casino dynasty. She was hell-bent on making it in New York to fulfill her aspirations. But her father had other plans and dispatched Ethan Gray to babysit her. He was fed up with her diva-like antics, and she wasn’t about to tone them down for him. The plot thickens when Nicole takes up residence in Ethan’s posh New York mansion.
Isabelle Knight grew up shrouded in secrecy—a half-human, half-Fae with a destiny hidden in her bloodline. The only heir to the Bane Pack, she was whisked away at the age of ten, her survival key to the pack's future. A secret betrothal ties her fate to Alexander De Luca, Alpha of the mighty De Luca Pack, but life had other plans. Ten years later, Isabelle stumbles upon a mysterious man bleeding out in her territory. His golden-flecked eyes spark a primal connection that sets her world ablaze. He has no memory of who he is but carries the weight of an Alpha's presence. As their bond deepens, long-buried secrets resurface, threatening to unravel alliances and ignite conflicts between packs. Can Isabelle rise as the Luna she was born to be, or will her hidden power doom them all?
As children, we're filled with tales of how mates are meant to be our protectors, shower us with love, offer unwavering support, and be our constant in times of need. Sophia Moretti was no different. She had dreamt of the day she'd meet her mate, picturing a future of bliss and unity. But all those beautiful illusions shattered the moment she laid eyes on hers. In a cruel, disdainful voice, Terry Moore hissed, "You're not worthy of being my future Luna." Sophia recoiled, her back hitting the cold, unforgiving wall as she fought to hold back the flood of tears that threatened to spill. With each stinging word, "I, Terry Moore, reject you, Sophia Moretti, as my mate and future Luna," he drove a dagger deeper into her heart, leaving her in a world of pain and shattered dreams.
Two packs, a long-standing feud, and a shared nightmare of mysterious deaths. A prophecy then emerges, stating that my path, as a young girl, is mysteriously linked to Alpha Reid of the rival pack. This prophecy is the key to the strange events. We're initially foes, but fate's chain starts to pull us together.
I was frantic, my heart pounding as I willed my legs to carry me out of that hut. But they were like lead, refusing to budge. Then, a growl, so loud it seemed to shake the very walls, erupted from within. It was a continuous, menacing rumble that made my blood run cold. As I stood there, trembling, a pair of eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, pierced through the darkness and fixed on me. My hand shaking violently, I aimed my flashlight at them and gasped. There, in front of me, was a behemoth of a wolf, a full ten feet tall, rearing up on its hind legs. Its muscles bulged, a terrifying display of power, and its eyes burned like embers from the deepest pits of hell. I was paralyzed with disbelief, the flashlight slipping from my nerveless fingers. It took a moment for my mind to register that this was the mythical creature I had never dreamed of encountering on this cursed night. I staggered backwards, desperate for an escape route. The werewolf lunged at me with a speed that defied belief. I opened my mouth to scream, but only a choked silence came out as I crashed onto my back. In an instant, the beast was looming over me, its gaze seeming to bore into my very essence as its massive paws pinned me down. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face, a mixture of despair and a fear so intense it was crippling. That monstrous being seemed like the embodiment of death itself. A glob of its drool landed perilously close to my face, and I writhed in revulsion. "Aaron?" I managed to croak, my voice barely audible. The beast gave no indication it had heard me, as if my words were nothing more than a faint breeze. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for what I was certain would be a fatal blow.