Star Wars I Don't Want To Be A Jedi

Celia never wanted the path her life was expected to take. She wanted freedom and that meant leaving her pack. If she had a wolf, she knew she would never be allowed to leave. Her Pack's customs were different, at least for shewolves. Carson wanted to be a Warrior, his freedom was possible, unless his mother got her way. Running into each other one morning, neither Celia not Carson realized their paths would be entwined forever. Could Celia give up her plan for love? Could Carson change their fate?

Gabriel Steele was the most disciplined Alpha in the northern territories. A man who ruled his pack by order, law, and absolute authority. Which was exactly why our mating was a disaster. Last life, when my father handed me the Steele Marking Contract, I signed it without hesitation. I thought becoming Luna meant belonging somewhere. Instead, I spent years being laughed at. At pack galas, noble she-wolves whispered behind my back. “Wait—that woman with the green hair and the tiny skirt is our Luna?” “She looks like she walked straight out of a nightclub.” “No discipline, no manners… how embarrassing for the pack.” Cassian didn’t defend me； “Forgive her. She still has much to learn about pack discipline.” Discipline? Like I was some unruly wolf that needed breaking. So I buried my claws, silenced my instincts, and lived inside his laws— until the wolf inside me withered away. When I opened my eyes again— I was back at the moment the mating contract was placed before me. This time, I wrote another name on the contract. Amelia. She can have the disciplined Alpha. As for me— I’d rather be a wild she-wolf than anyone’s perfect Luna. But the moment Gabriel realized the bride wasn’t me—The Alpha who lived by iron law Broke every rule he had ever sworn to follow.

She was built to be a weapon. He was built to never need anyone. The Moon had other plans. Zara Ashcroft is the deadliest warrior in the Silverblood Pack — feared by enemies, trusted by few, and ruled by no one. She doesn't believe in fated mates. She doesn't believe in weakness. And she absolutely refuses to believe that the cold, ruthless Alpha sitting across the peace summit table is hers. Alpha Kade Voss of the Ironfang Pack has spent years turning himself into something no one dares to touch. He ended wars with a single decision. He buried his pain so deep even he forgot it was there. He never expected to feel the mate bond — and he never expected it to lead straight to the one woman who would rather put a blade through his chest than accept him. Two enemy packs. One undeniable bond. And two wolves too proud, too broken, and too dangerous to surrender. But the Moon doesn't negotiate. And neither does he. Deny Me If You Can is a slow-burn werewolf romance featuring an alpha hero, a warrior heroine, pack warfare, and a fated mate bond that neither of them asked for.

Burned alive by the husband she loved... Betrayed by the family she devoted her life to... Hated by an empire that blamed her for the beloved Empress's death... Princess KIARA HYPERION died believing she had never once been loved. But fate grants her one impossible gift. She returns sixteen years into the past. Armed with memories of every betrayal awaiting her, Kiara vows never to repeat the mistakes of her previous life. The obedient princess is gone. In her place stands a woman who will seize power, expose hidden conspiracies, protect those who truly deserve her loyalty, and make every person who abandoned her beg for forgiveness. Because this time... The unwanted princess refuses to be sacrificed.

 “Humans like you always beg in the end and it’s pathetic.” "I am going to fuck you like a whore and later beg to be killed", NOT REJECTED BUT UNWANTED  My world cracked open in an instant. “No!” I screamed, but the alley swallowed it. My legs gave out, but his grip held me up, forcing me to watch. Alex—was he—? His body twitched. Once. Twice. Then... nothing. “You’ll join him soon enough,” he whispered, but did he mean it? Was I next? Before I could process, his hand lashed out. My vision went black. Was this the end?

On the third New Year’s Eve since I reunited with my parents, I bumped into their former adopted son, who stole the happy life that I was supposed to have for the past twenty years. Adam Scott was once an arrogant, wealthy young man. However, he was now working as a food delivery rider. As he was more than ten minutes late delivering the food, he kept apologizing to me. “Sir, I’m really sorry. The roads are slippery because of the snow. I fell and spilled your food. “I can compensate you twice the amount. Please don’t leave a negative review for me.” Before I could speak, my parents already teared up and comforted him out of habit. “Don’t worry about the food, Adam. Are you hurt? It’s New Year’s Eve; come in and join us for dinner.” My hand tightened around the doorknob as I reminded them, “Mom, Dad, we only have enough utensils for three people.”