Contos de Werewolf sobre Plot Twists e Romances com Alpha e Karma

A woman showed up at my cabin door, claiming to be a Beta's mate. She said she wanted to rent my herb field for three hundred dollars a month, to grow medicine for her injured mate. Three hundred? Seriously? That land is the only one in the entire pack—blessed ground that drinks in the Moon Goddess's power. Herbs grown there could pull a dying wolf back from the dead. I turned her down. But she wouldn't let it go. So Sun, my dog, barked and chased her off. Figured that'd be the end of it. Wrong. The next day she came back with two Gammas, busting right through my door. They screamed at me, called me a worthless human who had no business touching pack land. Then they tied me up and made me watch as they burned my herb books, beat Sun, and tore out every single plant I'd grown. What they didn't know? I'm human, yeah. But I'm the adopted human daughter of the Bloodmoon Alpha and Luna. That herb field? Their gift to me on my eighteenth birthday. And those herbs they burned? The only cure for her mate's dying breath.

On the night of our mating ceremony, I found out my mate, Alpha Cain, had an Omega mistress. And they already had two pups together. Seeing he couldn't hide it anymore, he finally told the truth. "You were poisoned by silver, and the pack doctor said it'd be hard for you to get pregnant. Jasmine is a highly fertile Omega..." He hugged me, his eyes red as he promised. "Aurora, you are my Luna, my mate. I swear on my wolf, I only love you. As long as you just accept this, a mistress like her can never threaten your position." My wolf whimpered in agony. In my grief, I smashed everything and screamed the words to reject our mate bond. But I didn't expect my family to face his retaliation so soon. After my family was ruined, he locked me in a silver room and tortured me to death. "I told you, as long as you accepted it, you'd still be my Luna! Why did you have to break the bond? Why betray our love and make us both suffer the backlash?" My consciousness faded, and I died completely. When I opened my eyes, I was back. Back on the night of our mating ceremony. Right when I discovered his filthy secret. This time, I didn't cry or scream. Instead, I calmly took Cain's arm. "You are my Alpha. I could never blame you." When the time is right, I will send him straight to hell.

My fiancé, Alpha Caleb, had an Omega secretary. One day, she took the Thorne pack's black card on a massive shopping spree in the luxury district. She even mocked me in a high-end salon. She called me a useless Rogue with no background—just a leech clinging to the Alpha. I snapped and cut off her access. She tried to pay. The card declined. She became the laughingstock of the pack. The Enforcers even detained her in the holding cells for a whole day and night. Caleb found out. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. His hot Alpha breath hit my neck. He bit my earlobe gently. "Aurelia, stop acting like a jealous little she-wolf. You have no manners. You embarrassed her in front of the whole pack." He didn't scold me. He acted normally. Until our anniversary night. He booked the Cloud Room, the most exclusive restaurant downtown. He ordered dozens of vintage wines and expensive caviar, promising a celebration with the core pack members. "Honey, I need to take a call. I will be right back." I waited and waited. The restaurant was about to close. No sign of him. No sign of his so-called friends. I pulled out his supplementary card to pay the bill. The manager looked at me coldly. "Miss, your card is frozen."

I’d barely unpacked my things in the Neutral Zone’s werewolf penthouse when someone tagged me on the pack forum. "Hey, you. The nobody rogue in the penthouse. You don't even have a mate, yet you're hogging the Moon Terrace just to store your trashy liquor bottles? What an insult to the Moon Goddess!" "My husband is the Gamma of this zone. We're hosting the full moon banquet on the terrace tomorrow night. Move your booze today and clear the space. We’ll give you 300 bucks out of goodwill. A mateless female like you should be grateful for the chance to contribute." I stared at my screen. What a joke. As the only princess of the pureblood Lycan Royals, I was sick of the court's power plays and bloodline dominance. I hid my scent and moved here just to find some peace. I just wanted to chill on my terrace with my rare vintage liquors—drinks specially brewed to calm a werewolf’s primal rage—and enjoy my life. That Moon Terrace wasn't a public area. I paid a million dollars for it. I bought the permanent property rights and the top-tier security access. And now, a few low-ranking wolves thought they could hijack a Lycan Princess’s private territory for 300 bucks? I didn't have the patience to argue. I just typed back: "Keep dreaming." I didn't expect the building manager to show up at my door the next day with two massive werewolf guards. They accused me of "selfishly hoarding public space." In the name of "pack unity," they demanded my scent-access codes. Fine. I always hated using my bloodline to crush others. But if they insisted on forcing a peace-loving apex predator to bare her fangs... They were about to learn exactly what absolute Royal aura felt like.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Silvermoon Devotion Medal from the pack. My family, though—they were busy celebrating my little sister winning the "Pack's Best Neighbor" award at her birthday party. While she made her wish for the whole family to love her forever, I dialed my fated mate, Alpha Theodore, begging for help. He cut me off with an impatient snap— "Diana, this is the most important moment of Elara's life. Quit pulling those petty stunts for attention." It was the ninety-ninth time he'd chosen her over me. But there won't be a next time. Because I'm already dead.

When the pack set out on its southward migration, Rebecca Hale, one of our newly appointed young leaders, proposed changing the route at the last minute. She wanted to break away from the main column, take the shortcut past Blackwind Gorge, rest in wild-wolf territory along the way, and live on berries gathered by the roadside. Each wolf would need only half a bag of rations, and we would reach the southern grounds ten days ahead of the main column. Freedom and speed were the whole point. My family had guarded the border of Blackwind Gorge for generations. I knew exactly how deadly that route was. Every year, young wolves who strayed from the pack died in that gorge. Some were flayed by rogues; others became prey for venomous snakes. Newly adult she-wolves were the easiest targets of all. In my past life, I fought with everything I had to stop them. I went from pack to pack, warning each Alpha until they withdrew. In the end everyone gave up the shortcut. Rebecca alone refused to listen. She vanished on her second day in the gorge. A week later, her body was found among the loose rocks. Because I had stopped the others in time, I earned the right to become the pack's priestess. But on the day of my investiture, my mate, Stefan Cross, tore out my throat. "If you hadn't stopped everyone from going with her, Rebecca would never have died alone! "You'll pay for her death with your life!" The packmates I had risked everything to save stood there cheering my death. Then they hurled my body onto the altar. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Rebecca proposed the detour through Blackwind Gorge.

On our wedding night, Alpha Derek Blackwood's private plane went down. To comfort me, my mother-in-law, Hester Blackwood, sent his illegitimate younger brother, Kane Blackwood, into my bedroom. She said he could ease the loneliness now that my mate was dead. I panicked. A werewolf only ever has one mate, and as the Alpha King's sister, I had always been fiercely protective of my chastity. But the moment I opened my mouth to refuse, lines of text appeared in the air in front of me. [The hero was so terrified of marrying the side character that he faked his death overnight, then dumped some unwanted bastard on her? That's brutal!] [Stop crying, side character. Your husband is off drowning himself in the Luna Queen's bed!] [Tsk, tsk. A royal insider hooking up with the Luna Queen? Who's living for this? Me!] [If the side character quietly accepts the bastard, she survives. Too bad she's so loyal. She refuses to stop searching for the hero's body, which actually moves him a little. The Luna Queen hates her for it. The moment the Alpha King dies, the Luna Queen has her imprisoned for life and force-fed slow-acting silver poison every day.] What? Terrified, I hurried to smooth out the velvet sheets, change into a silk nightgown, and put on perfume. "Well, handsome, what are you waiting for? Come here!" Then why did that supposedly dead Alpha come crawling back only days after word of Kane and me got out?

At the Wolfen Academy’s annual ball, I stumbled upon a group of high-ranking Alphas cornering an Omega girl. They were trying to film her, to humiliate her. I stepped in. I saved her. A week later, she turned on me. She told everyone I was the one who bullied her. That I was the one blackmailing her with a video. I was taken away by the Alliance Enforcers. I lost my spot in the elite Gamma Team. The story blew up on the pack network. They even dragged my father’s name through the mud—a hero who died fighting vampires, now called a fraud. Our family lives and dies by its honor. Under the weight of it all, my mother wrote a letter. Then she killed herself on my father’s grave to prove my innocence. Eventually, the charges were dropped. I was cleared. But my family’s honor was destroyed. My pack had already cast me out. I found the girl. I asked her why. "He's the future Alpha of the Crimson Fang pack—the most powerful in the North. That night, he was just playing around with me," she said. "He wants me. An Omega with nothing could become his Luna! You stood in my way. Don't you think that was your crime?" Just then, the Crimson Fang's future Alpha wrapped his arm around her. "Daughter of a war hero? So what? Dreamed of joining the Gamma Team?" he sneered. "Now you're just prey crushed under my boot." His men swarmed me. Everything went black. When I opened my eyes, I was back in that moment. Watching them corner her. This time, I turned away.

I’d just stepped onto the moonstone stage at Ettelgard Academy’s annual Induction Ceremony. The screen behind me went black. The next second, a recording blasted through the hall. 【“I’m out of funds. Send me five thousand.”】 【“I need the Alpha-level combat ring tonight. Give me access.”】 【“If you don’t, I’m telling everyone your big secret. Your whole ‘untouchable Alpha’ act? It’ll be over. You’ll be ruined.”】 The crowd of a thousand elites from every major pack went silent. Then whispers erupted. That girl on the recording? The one shamelessly demanding credits? Yeah. That was me. And the guy she was "blackmailing"? Julian Valerius. The strongest pureblood wolf of our generation—the one everyone expected to become an Alpha. Scarlett, the Beta pack’s heir, stormed the stage. She pointed right at me, her voice shrill with fake righteousness. “Did you hear that? Aurora Vance isn’t some quiet bookworm. She’s a leech! A parasite who’s been blackmailing Julian for credits and privileges! A disgrace to her bloodline! She doesn’t deserve any honor from this academy!” A thousand sharp glares cut into me like daggers. On the dais, the Elders’ faces were grim. Scarlett savored my humiliation, her voice dripping with arrogance. “Aurora, Julian is too generous to stoop to your level. But you will apologize. You will beg this academy for forgiveness for being a shameless, clinging fraud!” I stared at the screen, the recording of my "blackmail" still playing. Exhausted, I pressed my fingers to my forehead. This was a total joke. Julian Valerius is my grandfather’s youngest son. My dad’s little brother. He is my literal, honest-to-God uncle. And that “big secret”? It was a threat to tell everyone how our grandmother used to chase him around the manor with a switch when he was a kid.