Romans & Histoires Beastman Weak to Strong

When you are born in the pack, you belong in the group. But as for Lunaris, the only member who can’t be a wolf, that was hard to believe. Because of her circumstances, she was treated as an outsider by her peers. However, the claims that she can’t shift are wrong. She can, but her form is considered taboo in her pack's lore: A panther, another creature of the dark that was born in the darkest cycle of the moon, is prophesied to be the one to destroy the pack. Lunaris knows that if anyone finds out about her secret that she will die instantly. She wanted to leave her tribe, but there are certain rules that one cannot leave until they are of a certain age. But while she was getting closer to her freedom, a phenomenal occurrence happened. Old legends ran in history that when an Alpha is worthy, the lunar goddess would choose their partners for them. A partner who would undoubtedly be the perfect match for them. For Atticus, the next Alpha in line, it was a privilege he vowed to uphold, even though his chosen ‘mate’ appears to keep her distance from him. Mates in their tribe can be chosen freely and can only be binding through consummation. But with her and Atticus, it was different.

Betrayed by the man she loved and discarded by the family who raised her, Kaelith’s world collapses in a single night beneath the cold moon of Varethis. Once believed to be Alpha Cassian’s destined Luna, she is nothing more than a servant-born girl with no awakened wolf in a world where power decides everything. When she discovers Cassian has secretly chosen her stepsister, Seraphine, for a political union, Kaelith is humiliated, replaced, and cast out without mercy. The love she trusted turns out to be a lie, and the future she believed in is nothing more than a carefully planned illusion. With nowhere left to go, she is forced into the streets—broken, abandoned, and unwanted. But in her deepest despair, something strange begins to awaken inside her… a silver force she cannot explain. Guided by her only friend, Lyra, Kaelith is pulled toward danger instead of safety and enters the forbidden Crimson Veil Gathering, a masked event filled with nobles, Alphas, and ancient bloodlines. Behind the mask, Kaelith must walk among those who destroyed her life, hiding her identity while something powerful begins to stir within her. She was once discarded as worthless. But the night is far from over. And Kaelith is no longer the girl they left behind.

I was the "Sickly Prince"—a weak scholar hidden in oversized suits. But in the underworld, secrets are the only currency that matters, and mine is the most lethal of all. Aradaa Vaelis has spent twenty-one years hiding his elite combat training from his tyrannical father, the Don. But when his father gambles away his sister’s life, Aradaa is forced to shatter his facade. To save his sister, Aradaa makes a deal with the devil: he will become a human sacrifice for the Dreadfang Clan, a savage "Beast" Mafia known for their monstrous strength. His buyer? Kaelor Dreadfang. Known as the "Beast King," Kaelor is a man losing his mind to a feral rage and a slow poison. He doesn't want a soldier; he wants a "pretty toy" to break. But the moment they touch, a primal Mate Bond ignites—a shockwave of desire that neither can fight. Now, Aradaa is trapped in the King's Master Suite, serving as Kaelor’s "Exclusive." But as the Syndicate moves to destroy them both, Aradaa’s true lineage begins to surface. He isn't just a slave or a scholar—he is the Pure-Blood, the only one capable of curing the bio-weapon plague and ruling the underworld. The "Pretty Prince" is dead. The King’s partner has arrived. And together, they will burn the Syndicate to the ground.

"Quiet, girl!" I growled. Her body stiffened. I fumbled her breast with so much anger. "See, boys?" I said, with a low growl, "She is so soft." I laughed, cold and harsh. Lucian and Jamil roared with me. Her eyes squeezed shut, a blush creeping up her neck. This was better. Broken. "This is how you should behave," I muttered to myself with raw satisfaction. My hand moved lower, smacking her butt hard. Crack! Lina whimpered. It was a small, painful sound. Her pain was mine. I dragged her towards me. Her bare skin brushed my clothes, like a jolt. My hands moved over her curves, asserting my ownership. Her skin was soft, silk. She shivered with fear and something else. It excited me. I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. Her heart pounded, like a frantic drumbeat. Just as I moved to take her, a whisper crept out of her mouth "Please, Sire, I haven't done this before." Her voice shook. It surprised me. I pulled my hand back, feigning surprise.

Eight months pregnant, I waddled around with my big belly, cooking for my mate's friends, only to overhear Zane's longtime close friend Callan laughing and saying in front of everyone: "Zane's dick is as big as a stallion!" Then, right in front of everyone, she sidled up to my mate and started dancing a suggestive, close-contact dance with him. The entire Lion Clan was whooping, cheering, and even blessing them. Callan told me not to mind, saying they were just longtime close friends. Zane's friends also urged me to be magnanimous, insisting it was just a joke. No one asked if I, carrying Zane's child, could endure such a "joke." When patience runs out, there's no need to endure any longer. I flipped the table outright.