Feel-Good Story Werewolf Short Stories & Homewrecker Face Slapping Novels

The day I confirmed I was three months pregnant, I went to Oliver's office to drop off some files. I was finally going to tell him the good news. The Pack was in the grip of a record heat wave, and with the temperature climbing toward 122 degrees, I reached over to switch on the AC. His secretary stopped me before I could. "Luna, I'm on my period, and our Pack wolves already carry the Cold Curse. It isn't hot enough to need the AC." But I was afraid the heat would hurt the tiny life growing inside me. I shot her a glance, said nothing, and turned it on anyway. Late that night, Oliver came home from a business dinner and led with an accusation the second he walked in. "Sophia already gets cramps and nausea on her period, and you blasted cold air at her for forty-one minutes and thirty-eight seconds. You put her in the ICU with stomach spasms." "Oliver, air conditioning doesn't hurt anyone, and I've had periods too. Never mind that. There's something important I need to tell you. I'm preg—" Oliver pulled the corner of his mouth into a smile, drew me into his arms, and cut off the words before I could finish. "I lost my head. You're right." He kissed my forehead the way he always did, murmuring softly until I fell asleep. But when I woke, I was inside a transparent glass freezer room. Every face around me belonged to someone important in the Pack. Outside the glass, Oliver stood with a hand on Sophia's soft waist, watching me with a smile. "You like the cold air? Then today you can have all you want." My heart sank. I pulled out my phone and photographed the people around me. Then I made a call. "Dad. None of these people need to live to see tomorrow's sun."

The day my fated mate Cole stood at the altar for the ceremony with his childhood sweetheart Kate, I was in the crowd, clapping my hands. Everyone assumed I had lost my mind over an unrequited love. Cole must have thought so too. He hurried over to me, seized my wrist tightly, and snarled a threatening warning: "This is Kate's greatest wish, the only thing she's ever asked for. She's fragile. Who knows how long she has left." "You wouldn't want her to die with that one regret, would you?" I gave a cold smile and took a sip of my champagne. "Of course not." In my last life, I had watched Kate taunt me from Cole's arms and I had screamed that she wasn't sick at all, that she was lying. I had torn the ceremony apart and forced Cole to stop it. Kate couldn't bear the humiliation. She ran out sobbing and was killed in a car accident. After that, Cole fabricated a charge of treason against my pack to avenge her. My parents were imprisoned by the Alliance and starved to death over ten days. I was exiled, became a rogue, and eventually died — cornered and torn apart by a pack of rogues, full of rage I would never be able to spend. This time around, I would give him exactly what he wanted. Every time he betrayed me, I would reclaim one privilege I had given his pack. Three betrayals. Three privileges. And then he would have nothing left.

Five years after I broke up with Damon, Alpha of the Greyrock Pack, I was invited to a celebration for his one-month-old pup. Just as the guard was about to verify my identity, Damon's voice came from behind me. "No need. She can go straight in." With that, he walked past me and headed into the banquet hall without another glance. I still handed my invitation to the guard and waited until it had been verified before stepping inside. Damon was waiting for me up ahead, his tone smug and suggestive. "You can say whatever you want, but here you are. You just couldn't stay away from me." "You've been hiding somewhere nearby all these years, haven't you? Otherwise, how would you know I was holding a celebration today?" I smiled but said nothing. Five years ago, Damon had betrayed me for the Alpha position and marked my best friend, Vivian. From that moment on, I had decided I was done with him for good. I was about to walk around him when Damon reached out and blocked my way. His thumb brushed over the back of my hand as he lowered his voice. "I'm glad you came back. As long as you take good care of Vivian and the pup, I'll still love you the way I used to." I slapped his hand away and looked toward the two high-backed chairs placed side by side at the center of the banquet hall. One was reserved for Kieran, Alpha King of the Frostmoon Pack, who carried the pure bloodline of the Lane family. The other was for his Luna Queen, Evelyn. Me.

The Alpha King was ambushed on his way to the Alliance summit. Eight months pregnant, I threw myself in front of him without thinking and took the silver bullet meant for him. In my last life, my husband, Lucas Mercer, had been in charge of the Alpha King’s security. But when the ambush struck, he was secretly meeting his first love, Serena Vale. Worse, he had taken his entire elite unit with him as cover, claiming they were on assignment. I sent Lucas one mind-link after another, but he never answered. With no other choice, I triggered a level-one alarm myself and ordered his unit back. Afterward, Lucas received the Alliance’s top commendation and was promoted to Minister of War. But Serena was cornered and killed by rogues. Lucas blamed me for her death. On the night of his victory banquet, I went into labor. Instead of taking me to a healer, Lucas personally injected me with wolfsbane and dragged me to the rogue pit. “You were jealous of Serena, so you got her killed on purpose,” he snarled. “Now you and that child are going to suffer exactly the way she did!” He threw me into the pit while our baby was still inside me. My last memory was the sound of my newborn crying once before the starving rogues tore us apart. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the ambush. This time, I did not sound the alarm. When the assassin raised his gun, I moved before I could think. I wrapped both arms around my swollen belly and threw myself in front of the Alpha King. I did not know whether I would live. I only knew that if Lucas wanted Serena more than his duty, I would never save his future for him again.

The day Kellan Reed became Alpha, the pack historian asked him who he was most grateful to. Everyone looked at me, the Luna who had given everything to help him get there. But Kellan's gaze landed on the Omega in the very last seat. "The person I'm most grateful to is Serena Morgan." The historian froze for a second and gave me an awkward glance. Then he handed Serena the white moonstone necklace that had been passed down for generations. It was an old White Moon tradition: whenever a new Alpha took power, he presented his Luna with the necklace as a symbol of the White Moon Pack. Every Alpha before him had given it to his mate. Until me. That was where the tradition ended. Serena looked flustered. "Kellan, I can't accept this. It belongs to your Luna." But Kellan fastened the moonstone around Serena's neck himself. "Evelyn is my Luna, but she came into my life after I was already whole. You saved me when I couldn't even control my own wolf. I'll never forget that windowless treatment room, or how we had to share the only bed. You were the only one who could calm my wolf enough to let me sleep." Serena's eyes went red, and she threw her arms around him. Her 10-year-old son, Leon, came over and asked quietly, "Uncle Kellan, does that make us your family too?" Kellan bent down and ruffled the boy's hair. The pack said nothing. Everyone watched to see how I, his Luna, would handle my husband's other "responsibility." I turned, took off my ring, and handed it to the guard behind me. "Send this back to the Blackcliff Pack. "Send a message from me. Tell them to recall every warrior stationed at the Ashford border and cut off all military aid between our two packs." Kellan thought Serena was the one who saved him. Then let her keep protecting his pack.

The Day I Was Reborn, I Rejected the Alpha In my previous life, on my third year as Luna, I took an arrow tipped with wolfsbane meant for my Alpha mate Julian. My wolf was nearly killed, and I lay comatose for three full years. When I finally woke, Julian held my sister Lyra's hand and told me they were in love. He wanted me to step aside. My adoptive mother, Eleanor, pressured me to accept it. I refused. When the three of them closed in on me, I appealed to the Council of Elders. In the end, the Council ruled that Lyra be exiled. She couldn't bear the humiliation, and took her own life. Julian let me keep my title as Luna, but he hated me for the rest of his life. He would look at me with cold, dead eyes. "You should never have woken up. Then I wouldn't have lost Lyra." My adoptive mother blamed me too — for killing my sister, for destroying our family. Seven years later, grief and alcohol had hollowed Julian out completely. On his deathbed, the cold mask slipped. He gripped my hand. "In the next life... will you let me have Lyra?" Something in me went numb. After Julian was gone, the pack fell apart without an Alpha. Every one of them cursed me for being the one still alive. In the fighting that came after, my own pack handed me over to a rival pack. They put a dozen arrows through me. I died alone in the wilderness. When I opened my eyes, I was back — back to the day I first woke up.

My Mate, Alpha Cain, froze all my assets. Right when I was about to have our first pup. The voice on the phone belonged to his new assistant. A smug Beta she-wolf named Jasmine. She sneered. “Every penny you spend goes through me now. Cain bled for this pack. He won’t waste his money on a weak wolf who can’t even hold a shift.” That same day, the contractions started. They rushed me to the pack hospital. Every single one of my cards was declined. But that wasn’t enough. She kicked my parents out of the "Moonlight Sanctuary," the new healing center I’d built for them. Threw them into a basic room. Her reason? “Two old-timers don’t deserve the Alpha’s resources.” I laughed. She had no idea. Those "old-timers"? They're the Alpha King and Luna of the Crestfall bloodline. The rulers of all the Northern packs. She had no idea Cain’s pack, his mines, his Alpha title—everything he has—was a gift from the Crestfalls. My parents were about to step down. To give me the entire North. And to Cain. Too bad. Cain let his mistress humiliate the only true royalty he would ever touch. Three days later, Cain threw a huge party. A welcome party for the powerful benefactor backing his Northern territory. In front of all his guests, his Beta dialed the benefactor’s number. A second later, my phone rang.

The night I planned to tell him who I really was—under the full moon—my boyfriend of three years, Logan, walked up to me with another woman on his arm. He looked down at me and said: "Seraphina. I've been formally appointed the new Alpha of the Greywolf Pack. Only an elder's daughter is fit to be my Luna. A pack-doctor with blood as thin as yours can crawl back to the slums and patch up Omegas where you belong." But I was the highest-born princess of the Werewolf Royal Pack. So tell me—shouldn't I just have my brother, the Werewolf King, strip the Alpha title off this man and exile him to the Frostlands to keep company with the rogues?

I’m the long-lost true daughter of the Alpha and Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, but five years ago, my own parents had me thrown in prison. All because their adopted daughter, Grace, lied and said she saw me meeting secretly with a wolf from a rival pack. They ignored my pleas and branded me a traitor. Five years later, at a pack gathering, I ran into my parents and Grace again. They were dressed to the nines, dripping in jewels, while I was in casual clothes, without even a necklace. A flicker of pity crossed my parents' eyes. "Amelia, come back to us. We can find a stable job for you in the pack. It would be better than the hard life you're living now." Grace chimed in with fake kindness, "Yes, sister. Our estate needs a gardener." I refused. My mother frowned. "Are you still holding a grudge? What we did was for the good of the pack. We weren't favoring Grace..." I laughed. "You're reading too much into it. It's nothing." They don't know that after I left them, I didn't just survive. I built my own pack. That I've become the most mysterious and legendary female Alpha in North America.

In my past life, the twin Alphas Alexander and Lucas pursued me, the only white wolf in the pack, relentlessly. Only a pack blessed by a White Wolf could receive the true favor of the Moon Goddess. Just as I was agonizing over whose mark to accept, they both hit their rut simultaneously. That night, I was forced to endure both of them claiming me. Later, I fell pregnant with a pup. Since the Alpha King couldn't determine the paternity, he decided I would be the Luna to both of them. The throne would go to the father of the child once a blood test could be performed after birth. But on the day of our Mating Ceremony, Sarah came back. She was my half sister and the Alpha twins childhood sweetheart. She was driven mad with jealousy, ran out trying to attract everyone’s attention, and ended up being torn apart by a passing Rogue. Alexander and Lucas seemed indifferent at first. Throughout my pregnancy, they treated me with unwavering devotion. But on the day I gave birth, they strangled my newborn pup. Their eyes were glowing crimson with rage as they roared, "Why wasn't it you? You bitch! You stole the White Wolf bloodline that belonged to Sarah and cursed her life!" Before I could even utter a word of defense, the two men I loved more than life itself tore me to shreds. When I open my eyes again, the Alpha King demanded I make my choice—to decide which twin I would accept as my fated mate—I chose neither.