Ruthless Werewolf Web Novels & Regret Stories

The Warrior’s Anniversary was supposed to be Blaire’s chance to meet her fated mate again, but instead, it became the day her world fell apart. Finding Ares, the powerful Alpha destined for her, with another woman was devastating enough, but his cruel words, “You’re just not my type,” shattered her heart. Branded as average and rejected without mercy, Blaire becomes the target of his humiliation as he turns against her pack. Yet, beneath her heartbreak, a hidden power begins to awaken one that might get Ares on his knees begging her.

In a world where every werewolf receives their wolf at eighteen, the King's new Luna has none. Everyone calls her defective. The King barely acknowledges her. Then enemy wolves invade the kingdom. Luna Ross walks onto the battlefield. Every wolf suddenly drops to its knees. The enemy Alpha sees her and immediately calls her “Your Majesty.” The King is stunned. She whispers: “I told you I wasn't a werewolf.”

For five years, Elena gave up everything — her ambitions, her career, her sense of self — to a mate who never wanted her. Derek Voss believes she trapped him with a pregnancy; he has never looked at her, or their daughter, with anything close to love. When his first love returns, he stops hiding his preference — and when a sudden accident leaves his daughter dying, he abandons her hospital bedside for a phone call from another woman. Elena signs the divorce papers, buries her daughter alone, and walks out of the pack with nothing. Five years later, she returns as someone the world fears: a cold, untouchable CEO holding the exact leverage that could destroy the man who destroyed her. But revenge doesn't fill the silence her daughter left behind — and a new mate bond, one she never asked for, refuses to let her stay numb forever.

I was the first on many levels. The first Beta wolf to love a rogue, the first sister accused of betraying her brother’s trust, and the first denounced and executed royalty in Bloodied-Fang. When news of my pregnancy arrived hand in hand with a breakup, the person I trusted most turned on me - faking a poisoning and having me executed by my own brother. But I don’t stay dead. Not for long. I'm back, and early too. Only, there's a familiar stranger waiting for me at the altar, calling me MATE with a smile that is both hypnotizing and nerve-wracking. He calls himself the King of the Night, and saved my life - for reasons I don’t yet understand. And even though every instinct tells me to run, he is the only weapon capable of winning the coming war against the enemies hiding behind familiar faces. What happens when my hunger for vengeance fades in the face of my craving for the man who gave me a second chance? Is this the beginning of a happily ever after…? OR... will the truth that I may be nothing but a pawn in his dangerous game drag us into hell before we ever begin?

Neglected by her husband, hated by her pack members and hunted down by death itself. Lysandra Blackthorne couldn’t tell where life began and ended after being told she had one month to live because of the constant betrayal from her fated mate, Alpha of the shadow moon pack, Edric Blackthorne Vowing to change her fate, Lysandra decided to confront her husband. But after walking in on him in bed with another woman, she flees. But fate has other plans. Rescued on the brink of death by the feared Alpha King, Maddox Storme, Lysandra discovers a truth that shatters everything she thought she knew about herself: she is not a lowly omega, but the hidden daughter of a powerful royal bloodline, and Maddox's long-lost sister. Lysandra must now choose between fading as the ex-Luna of the shadowmoon or rising as the heir she’s supposed to be. What happens when fate brings her face to face with her husband and Edric realizes the broken woman he once neglected no longer exists.. -*

“You're playing with fire, Little Wolf,” Damon growled, crowding me against the cold locker room wall until his massive frame blocked out the light. He was still half-dressed in his gear, carrying the scent of fresh ice, heat, and danger. His breath brushed against my cheek, sending a shiver through me. His broad hand slid up my ribs, his thumb pressing against my racing pulse as his dark gaze held mine. My knees nearly buckled beneath the weight of his stare. “And I'm sure you know what happens when you play with fire?”