Be Yourself And Never Surrender

I was born to shine. But the fate had others plans for me. The moment my feet left the edge, the world fell silent. There was only wind. And peace. For one fragile heartbeat, I was free. Like a bird. Then something slammed into me from behind. Arms. Hard. Unforgiving. The impact hurled me sideways instead of down. Wood splintered. Something inside me cracked. Darkness rushed in and I welcomed it. … “Open. Your. Eyes.” The voice was quiet, slow, deliberate. It forced its way through bone and blood. An Alpha command. Pain detonated through me as air tore back into my lungs. My body convulsed against my will. I tried to sink back into the quiet—to finish what I had started. “You were NEVER given permission to die.” Power wrapped around the words like chains. My eyes snapped open. We were beyond the pack’s borders. The air felt colder. Wilder. Untouched by law or duty. For one second, I had belonged to nothing. And he had dragged me back. He loomed above me, fury carved into every sharp angle of his face. His breathing was controlled, his posture dominant - absolute. If anyone were watching from the cliffs, they would see an Alpha asserting ownership. His jaw tightened, irritated at being forced to deal with something that should have already been resolved. I had complicated his plans. “Drink.” His wrist pressed my mouth. The metallic scent hit first. I tried to clamp my lips shut. But Alpha commands do not ask. They take. My mouth opened against my will and his blood burned down my throat, spreading heat through my chest. A cruel gift. He would not even grant me the mercy of dying on my own terms. And I understood - even my death did not belong to me.

I had been married to Matthew Zackman for 20 years, taken care of my bedridden mother-in-law for ten years, and supported him as he transformed from a rural teacher to a well-known professor. Everyone called me a model of a virtuous wife and a great contributor to the Zackman family. When my mother-in-law was on her deathbed, she held my hand and said that she still wanted me to be her daughter-in-law in her next life. Matthew had held me in his arms and said gratefully, "Jamie, you've worked so hard all these years. I'll make it up to you in the future." I thought the hard times were finally over, but my mother-in-law had just passed away when he handed me a divorce agreement and embraced my best friend, who had grown up with me. He said, "Jamie Lingsworth, I've endured this marriage for 20 years and am finally free. Rosie is the one I've loved all along." I left the marriage empty-handed and was forced to wander the streets until a car accident ended my life. When I reopened my eyes, I had returned to the day of my blind date 20 years ago. The matchmaker was enthusiastically praising Matthew, "This young man is a diamond in the rough! He's kind and filial. Whoever marries him is one lucky woman!" I looked at the polite and sincere-looking man across from me and smiled. Then, I threw the matchmaking document in my hand into the trash can. "Sorry, I don't think we're a good match."

Before the drop tower started, my best friend gave a look, and my boyfriend, with perfect tacit understanding, suddenly unbuckled his safety harness and ran off with her. I was left completely stunned on the drop tower by myself. My boyfriend stood in the safety zone with a beaming smile. "Freya said you're a scaredy-cat and need to be frightened more to get braver, so you're riding alone." The drop tower started. Looking at my comical appearance when terrified, my best friend held her stomach, laughing uproariously as she took photos. My boyfriend opened his mouth to say something as he helplessly steadied the camera lens for her. I couldn't hear the words he said, but I guessed it must have been: "Once you've laughed enough, don't tease her again. It's bad enough Cleo's so shy." I'm a timid person. Growing up together for twenty years, this was always how they accompanied me to build my bravery. When we were little, my best friend intentionally threw pebbles to draw over stray dogs. Then, he carried her on his back to climb up a wall, leaving me to be chased by the dogs and run all over the courtyard. During high school, in the vaulting class, my best friend suddenly pulled away the mat. He laughed and kicked away the rolling foam pad, watching me receive two bloody gashes from the impact. In college, we went on a night hike together. My best friend intentionally shook me off, and he followed her into the bushes to make noises, leaving me in the dark, so terrified I couldn't catch my breath. Every single time I shook with fear, it was met with a bout of loud laughter from my best friend. And standing behind her, he was forever saying a single phrase: "Don't do it next time." However, each "next time" would turn into a new joke for her happiness. The drop tower climbed to twenty meters, and the sensation of weightlessness pushed right up to the back of my throat. Suddenly, though, I felt there was nothing left to be afraid of. The drop tower reached the ground, and two pairs of hands reached over to support me. I pushed them away. "From now on, I don't need you guys to help me build my courage anymore."

Did I believe in love at first sight? No. never. I'd laugh at the idea. But you little hellion proved me wrong. You think you're vulnerable? I have changed up my entire game plan in the last 2 days just to get close to you." That's it. That's the moment that changed everything.

"Submit!" He growled at her , his grip on her neck tightening but not enough to hurt her. To only have her smirk in return. "Many have tried mate" "I am not others dammit! I am your mate! Your superior!" He screams agitated , looking at her with helpless eyes.While she looks unaffected. "You can try" "But remember. You will never succeed in it." He could end her existence with just a little more pressure. Giving her a fate like others who have ever dared to defy him. Yet the fire in those brown eyes. We wanted to extinguish it. To make her beg him to continue as he denied her. To see her eyes rolling back as he entered her. He wanted her to submit to him completely . Body, soul ,mind everything. To let her be her protector,her dominant, her punisher ,her lover , her mate. Her everything. And he will lay the entire world at her feet. But little did he knew that his mate was not an ordinary Luna who submits to a man's whims and orders. She was the infamous Rebel The mysterious bringer of justice and protector of women. The very person who every male fears in the werewolf world. If only the world knew Rebel was not a man , but a women called Vera Red ....... "The day I submit to a man will the last day of my life life Mate. Vera Red was born as a Rebel, will live as a Rebel and also die as a Rebel. With or without a cause"

Fierce, feisty, strong and stubborn that's what you can describe Margaret Hunter. Raise by single mom, she grow up with no choice but to be strong and face life since she doesn't want to burden her mom. But that's make her land to the situation she face in. Her circle of friends in school mostly boys with oh boy scream trouble. That landed her in the situation where she can't refuse her mom. She need to transfer to other school. And one condition is that she need to be good girl and behave. Quit being feisty, punk and stubborn. And she said yes... What will happen to her? Will she able to fullfil her mother condition? Join and follow Margaret to her journey to find true love.