What Simo Hayha Record Of Ragnarok Fanfics Focus On His Post-War Trauma And Healing Journey?

A ruthless alpha. A gifted omega. A burning passion. For taking her mother’s life during childbirth, Sihana is condemned to be hated all her life. Desperate to be loved, she works hard to please her pack and prove her worth but her pack only uses her as a servant. After years of working as a pseudo-slave to people who hate her, Sia decides to leave her pack. The bitter experience of being mated to her bully who promptly rejects her puts her off mating but the goddess gives her a second chance mate in the person of Alpha Cahir Armani. The Alpha of the strongest pack in the world, Cahir Armani has a reputation for being bloodthirsty, cold and cruel. Cahir is ruthless, a man who kills without remorse, laughs without humour and takes without asking. What no one knows is that underneath his bloody armour is a scarred man. Cahir has no place for a mate in his life but the goddess throws Sihana his way. Although he sees no use for a mate, he can’t resist the pull of the mate bond any more than he can resist Sia’s seductive curves. Sihana needs love. Cahir does not know how to love. Kissed by the goddess and gifted healing abilities, she becomes a treasure her ex-mate and his pack refuse to let go of but who can stop a man like Cahir from claiming his mate? Can Cahir learn to love and can Sia heal his wounds? Will a relationship between two broken people work or are they better off without each other?

Elara, a young woman believed to be a "lowly Omega," spent her life in the shadows of the Iron Claw Pack. She lived a secret romance with her Alpha boyfriend, Kaelen, believing his promises of a future together. However, the moment the Moon Goddess revealed them as fated mates, Kaelen’s true colors emerged. Seeking a mate with political power to help him conquer more lands, he rejected Elara with cold cruelty. To ensure her total submission, he branded her his "property" and ordered his bodyguards to beat her before imprisoning her as a sex slave. Driven by a desperate survival instinct and a strange, subconscious hum of power she does not yet understand, Elara escaped the Iron Claw fortress and fell into the freezing, jagged Black River, which swept her across the border. Silas, the Alpha of the North and a man carrying the savage, intense blood of the Lycans, found Elara’s broken body tangled in the roots of a willow tree. The " Mate" bond struck Silas with the force of a landslide. his Lycan instincts demand a level of protection and "clingy" devotion that is both terrifying and beautiful. He carried her to his private suite, refusing to let anyone near her, and began a slow, meticulous process of healing her . Elara is beginning to heal, slowly trading her fear for a tentative trust in the "velcro-like" Silas. She has just begun to experience the safety of his physical presence, finding comfort in the massive Alpha’s arms. Yet, secrets still linger beneath the surface. While the Iron Claw gathers its strength at the border, the Lycan King and his Mate have found a fragile peace in the quiet of the mountain—a peace that is about to be tested by the dark marks of the past.

On the night of her 18th birthday, Elara is publicly rejected by her fated mate, Alpha Kael, for being "wolfless." Instead of begging, she accepts the rejection with a smile, cuts her ties, and disappears. Five years later, she returns—not as a weak Omega, but as the wealthy CEO of a rival empire and the mother of a powerful pup Kael doesn't know exists. Now, Kael needs her help to save his failing pack, and Elara is ready to make him pay.

In her past life, Calla Greystone was the fat, awkward daughter of a disgraced Beta who sold her out for a pack alliance. Trapped in a miserable marriage to the cold and distant Alpha Lucien Thorne—who thought she was part of her father’s scheme—Calla was ignored, insulted, and cast aside. She gave birth alone, lived without love, and died in a tragic accident… or so everyone thought. But fate gave her a do-over. Calla wakes up on the same night her life derailed—the night she and Lucien were drugged and pushed into a mating scandal. Only this time, she’s done being a pawn. She stops her father from forcing a marriage, refuses to be Lucien’s regret, and walks away from a future she knows all too well. Can Calla survive the game long enough to rewrite the rules? Will Lucien finally fight for the mate he once failed? Or will the past devour them both before the truth comes to light?

Every she-wolf in Crescent Ridge knew the Nightwood name. Lola did not. She grew up in the pack orphanage with no bloodline sponsor, no rich family background, no seat among the pack’s royalties. Some wolves were born into power. Others had to fight for every inch. Lola fought. She worked day and night, building something out of nothing until the Moon Goddess finally blessed her with a fated mate—Alpha Tristain Herdez. He was Powerful, respected, desired by every she-wolf. Five years after their wedding, their house was still empty. The pack physician revealed the truth: Tristain could never father a child. Lola kept his secret and buried herself in work, building a company that all of Texas admired. Then she collapsed during a press conference. Stage four cancer. Less than a year to live. While she prepared to leave a legacy behind, Tristain returned home one day with a newborn, claiming the baby was abandoned at the pack gate. But the child had Tristain’s face and her best friend’s eyes. And Lola was running out of time to uncover the truth.

The end of the world was upon us, but there weren't enough spots for evacuation. The roars of the zombies echoed in my ears as my fiancé, Oliver, gritted his teeth and pulled me onto the rescue vehicle—securing the last available seat. I arrived safely at the survivor base. Lina, his first love, did not. The zombies tore her apart. Oliver still went through with our marriage, but I never expected that he had only done so to make me suffer. In his eyes, I was the one who had killed Lina. If she had to endure such agony, then I should, too. For five years, he hated me. My life was worse than that of a stray dog scavenging for food on the street. On the day my divorce was finalized, he kidnapped me, dragged me into the wilderness, and wrapped his fingers around my throat. Then, he threw us both into the swarm of the undead. When I opened my eyes again, I was somehow reborn on the day the apocalypse began. The rescue team was shouting impatiently, "One more! We have room for one more—hurry!" I turned to Oliver, watching his hesitation. Then, with a quiet smile, I took a step back and let someone else have the last seat.