What Is The Ending Of Antarctic Whaling At Grytviken, South Georgia Island?

The captain is dead to the world. And I’m the only one holding the kill switch. Ethan Carter, the "Glacier of Silvercrest," was the most feared Alpha to ever step onto the ice. Now, he’s nothing but a shell—a broken, comatose legend trapped in his own body. My life? It was supposed to be simple. Graduate, survive the pack’s bottom-tier status, and pay off my father’s ruinous blood-debts. Instead, the pack elders handed me a contract soaked in cold, hard malice: I am the designated "Stabilizer." My only job is to touch him, scent him, and keep his wolf from flatlining. I thought I was just a glorified nurse. I didn't realize the Alpha was listening. When Ethan finally wakes, he isn't the hero the Kingdom of Valeria remembers. He’s a starving predator with amber eyes that burn holes through my defenses and a temperament that makes the frost in the mansion seem warm. He hates the bargain, he hates the pack, and—most dangerously—he hates the way his scent turns wild whenever I’m near. He wants me out of his sight. I want to be out of his reach. But in a pack built on secrets, someone is still trying to finish the job they started on his life. Now, the man who wants me gone is the only one who can protect me. And as the rink turns into a battlefield, I’m realizing the most dangerous thing about the Alpha isn't his temper... it’s the fact that once he claims a mate, he doesn't know how to let go. Frozen hearts are meant to shatter. But in the fire of this pack, we’re both going to burn.

"Little bunny, little bunny. Wolf is HUNGRY!" The voice taunted me, followed by an evil cackle. * "Run, rabbit. RUN!" A monstrous bellow boomed through the night sky and crashed into my soul like a sledgehammer. I could feel a chill sweeping across my body and my heart pounding in my chest. The echoes of howls and laughter followed me from behind as I ran for my life. ** Elisabeth's life had been harder than most since she was a child--a distant and often cruel mother and her never-ending cycle of addiction that had taken over her life. But on this fateful night, something far more sinister was lurking in the darkness, ready to take her away from it all. Massive figures appeared out of nowhere, growling and taunting her. She tried to scream, but nothing would come out; before she knew it, she was waking up in a world where Viking werewolves ruled with mysterious faeries at their side. Every five years, they traveled to the human realm, collecting ten girls for their mate run--and tonight, Elisabeth was one of them. With only a white dress and her bare feet, Elisabeth stood beside the other nine girls as the beasts prowled around them menacingly. A silver dagger pierced each of our wrists, signaling the start of the hunt! “We honor the moon goddess; let your blood lead your mate to you!”

When Wisdom was a young girl, the Alpha of her pack ordered her not to shift, and she wasn't allowed to train. Her parents wouldn't tell her why, which concerned her and her best friend, Deshal. Wisdom's mate turned out to be Beauden Ralston, the future Alpha of the Fierce Growlers, where Wisdom is his father's assistant. Beauden doesn't want a mate and promises to reject her when he finds her. The night he went to reject Wisdom didn't go as he expected. That night turned out to be the worst night in both of their lives. The following day Wisdom disappears after telling her best friend about her night with her mate. Deshal can't is furious and wants to kill the future Alpha. But he had promised her he wouldn't do anything, that's the only reason she told him. Beauden couldn't believe Wisdom had left. He tried to go on with his left but couldn't get his mate off his mind, and his wolf wasn't happy about it. Beauden searches for her in vain. While Wisdom is gone, she discovers unexplainable things about herself and wants answers. When she returns home, Wisdom is a different woman and more determined to learn why the Alpha refused to let her train and shift. Wisdom wants what is hers and won't stop until she gets it. *****Trigger Warning ***** This book contains assault *****

A young scientist works in a secret research facility where she studies biological samples. Her job seems normal, until she is assigned to deliver food to a highly restricted subject hidden deep inside the building. Every time she enters the room, something strange happens. She loses consciousness, wakes up outside, and cannot remember what took place inside. At the same time, her body begins to change in ways she cannot explain. When she starts searching for answers, she discovers a hidden truth. The “subject” is not just an experiment but a living werewolf, the last of its kind. Why does the werewolf seem to recognize her? Why does it protect her? And most disturbing of all.. Why does it feel like it has been waiting for her all along?

The day I received my medical report and found out I was pregnant, my husband—Alpha Scott Hansen—held a small wedding ceremony in the hospital garden with his first love and former mate, Gillian Boyd. He explained, “Her final wish in this life was to be my bride.” But what about me? What was I to him? A replacement? It finally hit me—ten years of unwavering devotion and sacrifice meant nothing compared to a single tear shed by his first love.

My wife, Ruth Quarmby, had a twenty-year-old male apprentice named Craig Smith. He secretly turned off a diver’s scuba tank underwater. This caused an accident. He then posted three posts on his social media feed. The first post said, [I played a little prank underwater by shutting off my instructor’s mother-in-law’s scuba tank. Now, she’s in a coma and heading into surgery. But hey, I’m innocent!] The second post said, [Toast one: from a broke mountain kid to a certified diver. All by myself! Toast two: I confessed my love to someone I shouldn’t have, but I didn’t cross that line. Toast three: here’s to every lonely night I suffered through.] The third post said, [Best instructor ever. Without her, who else would cover for my pranks?] I told my wife to pay for the surgery to save the person quickly. But in front of the operating room door, she told me solemnly to give up on the surgery. “Your mother is old and fragile. Saving her is a waste of resources. Even if she makes it out alive, she’ll be bedridden. She’ll wish she were dead. Just let her go.” She quickly signed the Refusal of Treatment form. Then, she threw the signed form in my face. I kept quiet. The person lying in the operating room was her own mother.