Novelas web de Tragedy Werewolf e historias de Rogue ambientadas en Hate to Love

You answer to no one but me, not even the words of the king should make you waver, only I should leave that much effect on you,”... On the day of her engagement party to the Alpha of her pack, Freyja found herself in a dilemma. In her hands is the blood of her mate’s mother. Even with no recollection of what happened she knows and believes strongly that she is innocent. Her mate who is the Alpha locks her up to be killed without judgment. Not until she was saved by a Rogue who instructed her to run South… Will Freyja run South? There she will be marked a Rogue or will she mistakenly Run Towards north? There her fate will be intertwined with Lycans

Born into a noble pack, Veronica is raised by her abusive family. She is then offered to Alpha Logan as compensation by her stepbrother Marcus. Alpha Logan has a reputation for being ruthless. With no home to return back to, Veronica slowly starts to open her heart to the cold and pale Alpha despite their rocky introduction.

"I will not spread my legs for you and your brothers. I am not a whore." "Do you prefer something else then?” he asked me, his voice low, almost mocking. “Royal prostitute? Alpha's whore? Or maybe the moon slut?” "Fuck you." “Now be a good girl, and spread those thighs for your Alpha. Or I'll tie you up for days, spread out for me. And let my brothers take turns." They say the world ended the night the wolves rose. They’re wrong. The world didn’t end. It just stopped belonging to us. Humans weren’t wiped out. That would have been mercy. Instead, we were broken… turned into slaves beneath a new order ruled by power, blood, and fear. And in that world, I learned how to survive. A human slave. I learned how to hate. I followed the rules. I did everything right. Until they bought me. Five men. Five Alphas. Quintuplets. Five monsters I should fear… Each one more dangerous than the last. They fight for power. For the throne. For me. This curse screaming in my veins, that howl desperately begging to be released drags me back every time I try to run. I tell myself it’s the bond. That I want them but it's something I must refuse. Because this thing between us… it doesn’t ask for permission. No matter how hard I fight it… I’m already losing. But this was never a love story. It is war. And I’m the weapon they never saw coming.