Novelas web de Comedy Werewolf e historias de Alpha ambientadas en Weak to Strong

"I, Iris Devenwood, accept your rejection. By the Moon’s decree, we shall never see each other again." Those were the last words I spoke before my world shattered. Betrayed by the one who was meant to love me, I lost everything my mate, my place, my life. But the Moon was not done with me. Reborn in another world, I carry not the chains of heartbreak, but the power of sovereignty. Here, packs bow to strength, enemies lurk in every shadow, and fate dares to play its cruel games once more. This time, I will not break. This time, I will rise. They once called me forsaken. Now, they will call me the Luna Sovereign.

Tonya Wilson loved Alpha Zeke since forever. When his lover, Angie, abandoned him, she was the one who pieced him together. Their bond bloomed into into a fairytale romance until it shattered. Once the proud daughter of a Gamma, a wolf-less Tonya is stripped of her gamma blood-rights, her dignity, and her place in the pack when in a bizarre twist of fate, Zeke chooses Angie over her and casts her aside like filth. Now branded as an omega, she faces humiliation, and unfair punishments by the very Alpha who she trusted. She is broken beyond words. However, her world spins faster than before when the mysterious rogue Alpha King, Ezra arrives in the pack’s territory. He is wild, dangerous, broken and dark for all the wrong reasons. He burning with vengeance, and has vowed to destroy Zeke and anyone tied to him, including Tonya. But what happens when Ezra meets Tonya? Sparks fly but so does confusion and resistance to forbidden. Trapped between two powerful Alphas, Tonya's life becomes a roller-coaster of emotions and she finds herself at crossroads. Who will she choose between them? One who she had loved all her life, or the one who she shouldn’t even look at? Should she surrender to the forbidden desire or is she done choosing altogether? And both their wolves want to mount her.

Astrid Voss hates her boss.And “hate” doesn’t even begin to cover it.Rhys Blackwood is rude, demanding, and so full of himself that she’s convinced his reflection probably applauds when he walks by. He criticizes everything she does, works her till she’s exhausted, and never—ever—cracks that icy expression.But when she accidentally crashes into him and their lips meet, everything changes.Because suddenly, her cold, impossible boss has ears. And a tail.Now she knows the truth — Rhys isn’t just a control freak. He’s a werewolf.And Astrid plans to use that little secret to make his perfect life hell.Except… every time she pushes, he pushes back harder.Every time she teases, his eyes darken.And every time he says her name in that low, dangerous voice, her body forgets why she’s supposed to hate him.He says she doesn’t understand what she’s started.He says wolves don’t let go once they’ve found their mate.Astrid thought she was getting revenge.Turns out, she just poked the Alpha.

"Look how they broke their own savior," Christian murmured, his thumb wiping the blood from my eyelid. "Tell me, Amelia, how much do you want to watch the Falmouth Pack burn?" For ten long years, Amelia gave everything to the Falmouth Pack. She bled herself dry, used her brilliant mind to clear every obstacle from Adrian’s path, and nearly died giving him a male heir. All so Adrian, her childhood crush and the illegitimate son of the late Alpha, could claim his throne. But on the day of his coronation, Amelia’s dream becomes a living nightmare. Standing before the entire pack, Adrian passes over Amelia to call her childhood best friend, Lilia, as his fated mate. Worse, Amelia's own seven-year-old son, Henderson, runs to Lilia’s arms, calling her "Mama." When Amelia demands answers, she is met with cold, calculated cruelty. It was all a setup. Adrian and Lilia have been slowly poisoning Amelia for years, stripping her of her strength to transfer her rare wolf essence to Lilia. Paralyzed, broken, and violently robbed of her wolf, Amelia is brutally beaten and thrown into the mud at the pack borders to rot. But Amelia didn't die. She is found by Alpha Christian of the rival Bloodmoon Pack, a feared, powerful ruler who has been plagued by a mysterious, phantom chest pain for years. Amelia is his "heavenly mate," destined by the cosmos to share his essence. As the Falmouth Pack prepares to wage war to get her back, Christian vows to protect his fragile savior at all costs. Paralyzed but far from defeated, Amelia must rely on her sharp mind and the terrifying power of her new mate to claim her vengeance. They wanted her dead. Now, they will watch her rise from the ashes.

~ My Mate’s wolf wasn’t just dormant. It was dying. And she didn’t even know she was a werewolf... ~ Seanna Morgan has no idea who she is, let alone what she is. Growing up in a sheltered strict religious community has only taught her what she is not, and what not do. Taydyn Woodson on the other hand knows exactly who he is. Future Alpha to the Blackwood pack. Lost to the fact that he still hasn’t found his mate… until now. But she has no idea who he is, or that he is her mate. Taydyn begins to try to enter her world deeply confused about why she doesn’t know she is a werewolf or how to break that news to her, hoping to discover whatever is holding her true nature down.

“My boyfriend cheated on me, I threw a cake at him, and the most dangerous Alpha in the north decided I was his mate. The frosting hadn’t even dried yet!” My name is Anne Marlowe, and all I wanted was to open a bakery far away from my family, their taunts, and men who are allergic to fidelity. Then Nathan Blackstone showed up: huge, dark-haired, and about as friendly as a threat carved with a knife. He says I’m his mate, but I say I won’t trade one cage for another, even though kissing him is seriously complicating my argument. Moreover, someone is poisoning his pack, and my mother’s old cookbook seems to contain something more dangerous than a cake recipe. Now I have to find out what my mother was hiding, save a bunch of wolves, and teach Nathan that protecting me doesn’t mean bossing me around. I also have to stop him from cooking again. Last time, we almost lost the kitchen.