The Rejected Omega's Bastard Heir
For fifteen years, Trishelle has been nothing more than “Trash” to the Bloodmoon Pack.
Born without a wolf, abandoned as a pup, and forced to live as a servant in the pack house, she learned long ago that omegas like her are meant to suffer quietly. The worst of her tormentors was Alpha James, the powerful Alpha who gave her the cruel nickname that everyone still uses.
But something changes.
Suddenly, the Alpha can’t stop watching her. He notices the smile he never cared to see, the curves hidden beneath her oversized clothes, and the scent that drives his wolf mad. The more he tries to ignore her, the more obsessed he becomes.
Then one reckless night changes everything.
When Trishelle discovers she’s carrying a child, the pack brands her unborn baby a bastard heir. Humiliated, betrayed, and rejected once again, she walks away from the only home she has ever known.
Years later, she returns no longer as the broken omega they mocked, but as a woman who has risen from the ashes with a son powerful enough to shake the werewolf world.
And Alpha James is about to learn a devastating truth:
the child he cast aside is his heir… and the omega he never claimed may be the mate he can never win back.
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Chapter: Candice's PleaPOV: TrishelleDown at the bar, Sammy and I fell into easy conversation, catching up on years of lost time. His job for the night mostly meant hauling ice and restocking bottles, but as the crowd thinned out, I found a rare moment just to look around and soak it in. The music thudded low in my chest, and the lights swept in slow arcs across the dance floor, painting everything in shifting color.So this is what a club feels like. I'd never been to one. Hell, I'd never really been anywhere. Every part of the night felt new, and I caught myself smiling for no reason at all, just enjoying the strange, simple feeling of being normal for once.A few guys worked up the nerve to ask me to dance, only for one sharp look from Sammy to send them scattering like roaches. I bit back a laugh each time, secretly grateful for the excuse not to explain myself.Why bother asking me, with all the she-wolves practically throwing themselves at every guy in here? I shook my head. That werewine must be str
Last Updated: 2026-08-10
Chapter: Let LoosePOV: JamesRichard leaned in close, voice dropping low. "Relax, Alpha. The plan's already in motion. Trust me, before tonight's over, you're getting exactly what you want."I didn't answer. My jaw locked tight, eyes cutting through the crowd like I could speed up time through sheer will. Every second dragged like wet cement, thick with an impatience I didn't want to look at too hard.An hour had passed since the pups went down. It took even longer for the parents to filter back once the little ones were finally settled. The DJ eased the crowd into the evening with slow R&B while helpers cleared tables to make room for dancing, and the bar staff used the break to restock. Sammy pitched in, sleeves shoved up, that easy grin plastered on his face. Trishelle counted rental utensils nearby, making sure nothing had wandered off into the grass. She worked with quiet focus, murmuring numbers under her breath, glad for something to keep her hands busy.Still feels unreal. Everyone treating me
Last Updated: 2026-08-10
Chapter: New GroundPOV: The Goldmoon AlphaI didn't have to come out here myself. I had a meeting close by that would've let me get updates the easy way, through email like a normal person. But some things needed eyes on them, not just words on a screen. After everything my pack had survived to get to this point, I owed them that much.The Elders had come through two days ago with a list of recommendations meant to speed up approval. I'd handed the logistics over to my people, the same way my father once handed things to me, trusting them to get it right. But the second I stepped out of my car and started toward the Omega quarters, one thing hit me hard.Heating's off. That's on me.Their old territory stayed warm most of the year, so nobody thought twice about how much colder this new land would run. Omegas didn't have a wolf's thick skin against the cold, not like the rest of them did, and the current setup wasn't going to cut it. I made a mental note to handle it myself. Some things were too importan
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Chapter: Who the Hell Is ThatPOV: JamesI yanked Steve away from his family with zero ceremony, dragging him behind one of the trees at the edge of the yard. A low growl already built in my throat, and I barely noticed how tight my fingers had curled into the fabric of Steve's sleeve."Steve. Who the hell is that?"Steve blinked, clearly caught off guard by the sudden edge in my voice. "Who are you talking about, Alpha?""That punk. Standing there, grinning at Trishelle like he owns the place."Steve turned to follow my line of sight just as the two figures disappeared toward the pack house. Recognition dawned on his face, easing into something between amusement and reassurance. "Oh, that's Sammy. Samuel Parker. I took him on a few years back, trained him up for business work. Good worker, sharp mind. Hasn't been back in two years though.""He's an orphan too, isn't he?" My frown deepened. Jealousy still simmered under my skin even with the explanation. If Sammy grew up orphaned like Trishelle, that would at leas
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Chapter: Serving the LinePOV: Trishelle"Let me drop my stuff off first, then I'll give you a hand." Sammy grabbed the bag he'd tossed aside the second he'd spotted me, slinging it over his shoulder like it weighed nothing. We walked toward the house together, falling into step easy, the kind of easy that only came from years of knowing someone inside and out.True to his word, he threw himself into the last of the party prep, ending up behind the bar for most of it, mixing drinks with way more enthusiasm than skill. I knew this kitchen like the back of my hand, so I found myself helping serve food even though the whole thing was buffet style. Old habits died hard. I couldn't sit still while there was work to be done, and some small, restless part of me still felt like a guest in my own life whenever my hands weren't busy.The party was pushing two hours in when Sammy caught my hand and pulled me toward the food table, his grip warm and a little too insistent. He grabbed himself a plate and shoved one into my
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Chapter: GrowlPOV: JamesI let myself watch her for half a second, just her hair whipping behind her like she owned the damn wind. Then it hit me, that gut-punch feeling, when she blew right past me without even a glance. Not one. I'd been so sure she saw me. So sure tonight was going to be different.She saw me. She had to have seen me.I spun around and there she was, wrapped up tight in some guy's arms. Some guy I didn't know, didn't recognize, didn't like the smell of. Her face was tucked into the stranger's shoulder like she'd done it a hundred times before, like she belonged there.A growl ripped out of me before I could catch it. My claws pricked under my skin, sharp and hungry, and heat rolled through me, ugly and possessive and completely wrong for a crowd this size. Mine. The thought slammed through me hard and fast, animal and unreasonable. If a pack of kids hadn't picked that second to crash into my legs, screaming and laughing, high on cake and chaos, I might have done something stupid
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Pucking Around with Fate
They were supposed to be on the same team.
Santos Khyle arrived in Seattle as the Soul Reapers' most anticipated rookie in years, a natural-born scorer with something to prove and a chip on his shoulder the size of a regulation puck. Gunner Jäger had been tearing up the ice as the team's feared enforcer for two seasons, and he had zero interest in sharing his spotlight with some orange-haired twenty-one year old who looked at him like he was a problem to be managed.
From the moment they met, it was war.
On the ice, they were a disaster. Off it, they were worse. Screaming matches in corridors. Fists through locker room walls. A live on-air brawl that made every highlight reel in North America and earned them both a suspension, a lecture from their furious coach, and the undivided attention of the entire hockey world.
Nobody could stand to watch them together.
Nobody could look away either.
Because underneath the fury and the bruises and the months of spectacular mutual destruction, something else was building. Something neither of them had language for yet. Something that felt uncomfortably like the only fight either of them was actually afraid to lose.
The Soul Reapers are one playoff run away from everything. Gunner and Khyle are one honest conversation away from falling apart completely.
Or maybe, just maybe, from finally figuring out what they are to each other.
Pucking Up the Ice is a slow burn MM romance set in the brutal and beautiful world of professional hockey. It contains explicit language, on-ice violence, emotional gut punches, two men who are absolutely terrible at feelings, and a love story that had to break everything before it could build something worth keeping.
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Chapter: Sorry About EarlierPOV: KhyleThe phone screen had gone dark and bright three times since Khyle had set it on the table. He hadn't touched it. But he'd been watching it the way you watched something you weren't sure was going to hurt you, like a bruise you weren't ready to press.The first two times had been his dad checking in from the house in the suburbs, because the weather had gotten worse and Khyle had mentioned going to Gunner's mother's place and his dad had opinions about driving in weather that strong. The third time was Shane.Khyle hadn't answered any of them.The coffee had been good and he'd drunk most of it sitting on the couch in the dim living room. He hadn't turned more lights on. He wasn't feeling the brightness of his own apartment right now. He was feeling the specific quiet of a day that had gone from unremarkable to enormous and back to unremarkable in the span of a few hours, the way some days did when you were inside them and couldn't see them clearly yet.His cheek was fine. It
Last Updated: 2026-08-07
Chapter: CorrectionPOV: GunnerGritting his teeth, Gunner wrenched the wheel into the slide and let the car do what it needed to do. The white shoulder markers swooped past his driver's side window with dizzying speed. No guard rail on this stretch of road.He kept his foot even and held the wheel, waiting for it, the sensation of the tires catching, the click of traction. He had to drive through the spin and not fight it. Ride it.The car slid another car length before it stopped on the shoulder, aimed back at where it had come from, a quarter turn into the opposite lane, front headlights flooding the wrong direction.He sat there for a moment in the stopped car with the engine running and the headlights pointing back at where he had come from. He had been going too fast in the wrong direction on black ice and the road had corrected him before he could do it himself. He sat with that for a long moment. Then he got the car turned around.He sat in the idling car on the shoulder of the road, white-knuckl
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Chapter: Black IcePOV: Dual, Khyle and Gunner alternatingSkates against hard ice, or rubber on miles of open blacktop. Sometimes, they both helped clear the mind when nothing else would.He didn't know exactly how long he'd been driving. He just drove until the city lights turned to stars. Or until the stars replaced the city lights. Again, he didn't know.But when his chaotic thoughts slowed long enough to realize how far he'd gone, he found himself somewhere just outside the city limits, speeding down a quiet, dark stretch of dual highway, hugged by rotting snowbanks, deep ravines, and shadowed pine trees.Gunner let his foot sink like a lead weight, pushing the car from a buck thirty to one forty. Letting loose a moment longer before he'd have to rein it in for the next off-ramp. Settling right into the edge of a hefty street racing fine if he got caught. But there was no one to see it, and no cops in sight. Hardly anyone on the road as the forecast weather started to settle in. He pushed it down s
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Chapter: Stay Out Of ItPOV: Dual, Gunner and KhyleGunner pulled his fist from the white crumble of drywall, teeth snapped together in a frozen snarl, wild arctic eyes drilling into Khyle's dark ones.He'd probably injured himself. But it was no different from any other day. Bruises, and cuts, and too many swollen knuckles to think about. He hardly noticed the pain over the look on Khyle's face.Khyle's eyes were hard. They were hatred.Good. He needed to be hated. Needed a reason to unleash, let loose, to get hit back.Except.Except, Khyle didn't hit him back. Wouldn't.Khyle's hands were not in fists. They could have been. He had made the decision at some point between the slam into the wall and this moment that he was not going to give Gunner a fight to run toward, because Gunner did not need a fight right now and Khyle was not entirely sure he was the one who needed to be hit. He absorbed the shove and stayed where he was.Just stared him down with nothing but harsh breaths between them. He pulled back
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Chapter: Day OnePOV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThey both stopped talking as he entered the room. Looked at him. And Gunner took another fortifying breath to steady himself."Here." Gunner thrust the screwdriver at Khyle, pointed end out like the parry of a sword.Khyle watched him with studying eyes from the edge of the kitchen island, and took it, the tug between them as it left his hand, noticeable.He had been down there for several minutes and something had changed in the quality of his presence, the way a room changes before a storm when the pressure drops and the air goes still and the birds stop. Khyle didn't know what had happened in the basement. He had a rough idea of the shape of it. He filed it and looked at the TV mount.Khyle got up and went to the TV stand. Petra went back to work at the counter.It left Gunner standing there useless for a moment. Forgetting what he was meant to do. Until the phone rang."Gunner, could you get it," Petra smiled, hands already submerged into a bowl of fill
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Chapter: GonePOV: Dual, Gunner and KhyleHis foot hit the last step and he moved through the basement den like an intruder, soundless and quick, passing through the open door to the laundry room and workshop without taking anything in. On a mission. Get in. Get out.Sometimes it bothered him to be down here. Sometimes it wasn't so bad. It depended on the day. But right now. His pa's lounger was missing and it wasn't right at all. Seeing it every time he came over hurt sometimes too, but it belonged there. And she'd donated it like it didn't matter. It mattered. He didn't want to get into it right now though. Not with a guest in the house.He made a right turn past the washing machine, then headed straight for one of several large red tool chests in the roomy workshop.The workshop was relatively tidy, a pegboard wall which was home to neatly hanging tools looked over a long, rustic wooden table. The usual bits of wood ends and sawdust clumps, rogue screws and colored wires that had almost always c
Last Updated: 2026-08-01
Toxic & Tainted: The Billionaire's Cursed Obsession
He proposed the morning of graduation. She called him a nobody and walked away.
By midnight, the whole world knew his name.
Chase Sterling is the heir to an empire she never knew existed, and Vivian Ashford is the actress who rejected him before the fortune ever came. Now she is building her career under the bright lights of Hollywood, and he is dismantling everything in his path from a New York boardroom. They should be strangers. They should be over.
But something is pulling them back together, and it is darker than desire.
Chase is not the man Vivian fell for in college. He is colder now, crueler, and every time he gets close to her, something inside him turns. He does not understand why he needs to hurt what he loves. She does not understand why she keeps coming back. Neither of them knows about the curse written into the Sterling bloodline, or that the stronger their love grows, the more violently he will be driven to destroy her.
His mother is watching from the shadows. Her best friend is seeing visions drenched in blood. And the man offering Vivian the career of her dreams has his own reasons for keeping her close.
Some curses cannot be broken. Some loves refuse to die. And some obsessions were never meant to end.
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Chapter: Research MontagePOV: Vivian AshfordI am an actress.Which means I know how to research a role from the inside out, how to build a character from available evidence until the character becomes something you inhabit rather than perform. I have done it for every significant role I have taken and I am good at it and the specific skill set transfers, it turns out, to researching a curse.I spend three days at it.Not the sketchbooks and the archive copies that Sienna showed me, though I read those again more carefully. I go to the primary sources, the Sterling family history that is available through public records and society archives and the digitized collections of several Manhattan libraries, and I build a timeline going back four generations.The pattern emerges by the end of the first day.Not obviously. Not with a flashing sign. It surfaces the way the truth surfaces when you are reading carefully, incrementally, one document leading to another, and at some point you are standing back looking at w
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Chapter: Sienna Reveals the CursePOV: Sienna RhodesI have been waiting for this call.Not with dread, the way I wait for the bad visions. With the specific quality of someone who has been holding a heavy thing for a long time and has been told they will be able to put it down soon and is watching the moment approach."Come over," I say. "I'll show you."She arrives forty minutes later in jeans and a jacket and the expression of someone who has made a decision to be open to something and is not entirely comfortable with the openness but is committed to it anyway.I have Helena's notes on the table. Not the grimoire, Helena has not authorized that, but the written summary she gave me after our second meeting, the specific documented mechanics of the curse in Helena's own handwriting, which is precise and academic and reads like a case study.I also have the copies from the Ashworth archive. Beatrice Ashworth's journal entries, the ones I photographed on my phone during the library visit, which document the Moreau work
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Chapter: Vivian'sPOV: Vivian AshfordI spend Saturday morning watching him.Not in person. On my laptop, in the Silver Lake apartment, with my coffee going cold beside me, pulling up every piece of footage I can find from the past ten months. Press interviews, red carpet moments, the Forbes interview, the clip from the board meeting hallway, the #SterlingBrothersWar footage from the office.I watch them in order.I watch them the way I watch footage of my own performances, which is analytically, the specific skill of someone who has been trained to read bodies and faces and the gap between what a person says and what a person means, and what I see when I apply that skill to Chase Sterling across ten months of public footage is something I have been too close to see before.He hurts after.Every single time.The Forbes interview, the pull quote moment, he is smooth and pleasant and the interviewer is charmed, and then there is a cut to him standing outside the building afterward and his face in the two
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Chapter: Vivian's RealizationPOV: Vivian AshfordI watch the hospital footage three times.Not the public footage, there is no public footage from inside the room, but the footage that exists in my memory, which I have been replaying since I got home last night with the specific quality of something you know you are going to be replaying for a long time.He said: I have loved you since the second semester of sophomore year.He said: I have not stopped for a single day since.He said: I don't know how to be this without hurting you.He said all of it with the flinch following each true thing, the physical cost of the spell making every honest sentence visible in his body, and I sat beside his bed and I held his hand and I watched it happen and I cried when he was asleep and I left before he woke up.And now I am on my couch in Silver Lake with my coffee and the ring on my finger and the footage playing in my head, and I am trying to figure out what to do with what I know.The problem is the following: he won't rem
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Chapter: ConfessionsPOV: Vivian AshfordHelena calls me back within twenty minutes of Chase going quiet on the phone, which means she was monitoring, which means she knew this was going to happen and had contingencies in place, which is very Helena."He's all right," she says, before I can ask. "The spell's physical toll compounded with the curse's resistance. He needs medical attention and rest.""Hospital," I say."I've called an ambulance," she says. "Cedars has his records from the last visit.""I'm coming," I say.A pause. "Vivian. He won't remember what he said. When the spell ends, everything he said under it will feel like something that happened in a dream. He won't know he told you."I sit with that."I'm still coming," I say.He is in a room on the fourth floor when I arrive, pale and hooked to an IV with the monitors doing their work, and it is the second time I have sat beside a hospital bed of his making and both times feel nothing alike.The first time he was beside mine.This time the nur
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Chapter: The Truth SpellPOV: Chase SterlingHelena is furious.Not the quiet disappointed version of furious that she usually manages. The actual version, which I have seen exactly twice in my life, once when I was eight and broke something in her New Orleans kitchen that belonged to her grandmother, and once now, standing in my penthouse at nine in the morning with the Vegas photographs on every screen and her hands flat on my kitchen counter."The party," she says."I know," I say."You went to her bachelorette party," she says."I was at the hotel," I say."Chase.""I know," I say.She looks at me with the dark eyes and the silver-streaked hair and the twenty-three years of this specific exhaustion on her face, and then she does something I was not expecting, which is she reaches into the bag she carries and she takes out a small vial and she sets it on the kitchen counter between us.I look at it.Clear liquid. No label. The kind of container that could contain anything."What is that," I say."Something
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