Kamen Rider Decade: Movie

Jezebel is part of an only female werewolf family. Only problem, she isn’t a werewolf. She was meant to be, but she never got her powers. Fear of this, made her mother hide her away. However, an Alpha, Kent, who comes to see if Jezebel’s sister could be his mate, takes an interest in Jezebel instead. He offers to marry her sister only if Jezebel agrees to live with him in his castle first. Ready to refuse but unable to, once her mother agrees, Jezebel is taken to the castle. Unaware of Kent and his brother’s race to be the only Alpha in the family, she gets tangled up in their fight, only to be the key to a resolution. Come read ‘Werewolf Rider’ and join Jezebel in this journey of self love, purpose, and courage. Who knows, maybe along the way, she might stumble into true love as well.

Once the chosen mate of Darius Kael, the Ironfang Alpha, Kiera Vale thought she had it all — power, a future, a place at his side. The night she walked into the clubhouse and discovered a surrogate carrying his pup destroyed everything. Humiliated, terrified and newly pregnant herself, she took his prized motorcycle and vanished into the human world, hiding among outlaw riders and raising her child in secret. Five years later, the rumble of engines signals the end of her freedom. The Ironfang pack has found her. The Alpha who betrayed her has become president of the Black Howl MC, and he wants his mate back — and the heir she kept from him. But Kiera isn’t the frightened Luna he left behind. She’s earned her own colors, forged her own alliances, and learned to fight on two wheels and four paws. To protect her son and her new life, she’ll have to out-ride, out-fight, and out-smart the most dangerous werewolf biker gang on the continent — including the man who once owned her heart.

The company had just taken off when a project my wife, Lenora Peterson, was in charge of ran into trouble. To ease her mind during her pregnancy, I went overseas in her stead, spending ten perilous years abroad before finally returning home, barely alive. Instead of the joyful reunion I had imagined, she greeted me with cold detachment and thinly veiled disgust. "Why are you back?" Lenora asked. "Today is Nathan’s housewarming party," she added. "Let’s head there first—we’ll talk later." We rode in silence the entire way. When we arrived, a ten-year-old girl came dashing over and clung to Lenora affectionately. “Mommy, why did you take so long? Daddy’s been waiting for you forever!” Daddy? My eyes burned with rage—until I saw my old friend Nathan Grant stepping out to greet us with a smile. "Lily, come to Daddy. Mommy’s tired—don’t bother her now." When I met Lenora’s eyes, the guilt I saw there told me everything I needed to know. I turned away and texted my assistant, Morgan Williamson, to begin acquiring the company that, by right, had always belonged to me. He soon reported back. "Mr. Brooke, the acquisition process will be completed in three days."

Even after a full decade of marriage, my husband Rudolf and I were as deeply in love as the day we wed—an enviable couple in the eyes of all. On the day of our anniversary, I saw him lifting a little boy into his arms right outside the entrance of our neighborhood. "Daddy! Can you take me to the amusement park this time?" The boy's words were enough to stop me dead in my tracks. I instinctively hid around a corner. "Of course! I'll even take you on a trip." Rudolf smiled warmly and kissed the boy on the forehead. In that instant, something seemed to have been set off in my head, as if years of trust had been shattered at that one moment. Daddy? Upon closer examination, I realized that the boy's features were remarkably similar to Rudolf's. No one could deny they were blood-related. "Your dad's busy with work, sweetheart. Don't cling to him too much," said a beautiful woman standing next to the boy. The cruel moment before me made it clear. The man who swore he would love me forever had been cheating all along.

During the long National Day holidays, I planned a Golden Highlands trip for the whole family. I even booked tickets for a luxurious train ride so we could enjoy the scenery. But on departure day, my husband and son vanished. I called my husband. I could hear an airport boarding announcement in the background. My voice trembled. "Where are you?" He panicked and mumbled that the company had an emergency before hanging up. I tried calling again, but the line was busy. The next day, he posted an update on his social media. In the photo, he stood beneath the snowy peaks of Wintercrown with one arm around his old love while the other held our son. The caption read: [If we had been a little braver back then...] A friend commented: [Where is your wife?] I stared at his reply: [She's sick and resting at home.] Three expired train tickets sat on the table as my eyes welled up with tears. A decade of marriage. A pack of lies. It was time to bring it all to a close.

During the tenth year I had a crush on Ron, I was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer. With a critically ill notice in hand, I stood at the door to the room where my former classmates gathered, and I heard Ron holding his crush and cooing at her, “Just ignore it. Willow has been bothering me for ten years. If there was even a possibility of us getting together, we would have done so a long time ago. Honestly, I would never like her. Even if she continues bothering me for another ten or twenty years, I still won’t like her.” My former classmates cheered, and Ron looked like he was about to kiss her. I stood at the door and cried so hard that I trembled, but I did not dare make a sound. Ron, I would not be able to bother you for another twenty years. I was about to die.