Contos de Werewolf sobre Plot Twists e Romances com Independence

My boyfriend was Alexander Sterling, Alpha of the Sterling Pack worth over a hundred billion. Mistaking me for a fragile human, he "tested" my character by never buying me a gift in five years. We even split the bill on condoms. Then my foster mother fell critically ill. I borrowed from every friend, scraping together all the money for her surgery except the last $1,000. No matter how desperately I begged Alex, he refused to lend it. "Clara was right," he said coldly. "Getting down on your knees for one grand? That's textbook gold-digger behavior." "We've only been together three years, and you're already this eager to bleed me dry?" Turned out, his three-year "test" was just a suggestion from his childhood sweetheart, Clara Hayes. I broke up with him on the spot. He sneered that I'd come crawling back. He had no idea my biological parents had found me. I returned to my true lineage to marry the most powerful Lycan prince, Vito Marchetti. Five years later, we ran into each other at the Grand Royale Hotel in Los Angeles. His pack enterprise was going public, and Clara Hayes was on his arm in luxurious haute couture. He caught me covered in mud and digging through a dumpster, curling his lip in disgust. "Mia, you rejected me over a thousand bucks back then. Look at you now—you've turned into a beggar!" "For old times' sake, I'll give you one chance. Crawl back to me, and I'll give you a decent place in my pack." I didn't even glance at him. My little boy was sobbing because his stern, powerful father, Lycan Prince Vito, had accidentally knocked his prized crystal into that dumpster during training. I had to get it back, fast.

My fated mate, Alpha Ethan, chose another woman over me. Not once. Not twice. But ninety-nine times. He always claimed it was for the pack. He always swore he loved me. He always promised that next time, I would be his priority. Then she showed up at his Alpha ceremony. The outsider, Oliva. In my Luna gown. My Beta saw red and told Oliva to get her ass out of our pack. Ethan abandoned me on the stage—on the night we were to be crowned together—and stormed down to shield Oliva in his arms. For the hundredth time, he ordered me to apologize for the sake of an alliance. As if she was the victim. And just like that... I was done. I drew my silver dagger and sliced it across my palm. "I, Ivana, before the Moon Goddess and the Elders, reject my mate bond with Alpha Ethan." He thought I was throwing a tantrum. He was wrong. I didn't just shatter our bond. I erased him. And that’s when he lost his mind, tossing Oliva aside and begging me to come back.

At the party celebrating my mating anniversary with Damian, he lost a game to his friends. His penalty was to kiss the person he loved most, right then and there. My mate claimed childhood trauma made any physical intimacy unbearable. Yet he kissed his first love, Amber, without a moment's hesitation. They stayed locked in that kiss for a full three minutes, completely lost in each other. Just when everyone expected me to make a scene and storm out, I calmly pulled out the bond-dissolution papers and laid them in front of Damian. "Sign." Damian stared at the bond-dissolution papers, then suddenly laughed. "Grace Bennett, it was just a game. Are you really going to end our bond over this?" I slid the bond-dissolution papers closer to him. "Yes. I am."

The day my fated mate, Blake, held his mating ceremony with the pack’s true princess, Morgana, I almost did it. I almost chugged a vial of rage serum, stormed the altar, and tore them both to shreds. A murder-suicide. A fitting end. But as my hand trembled around the vial, my phone rang. It was the doctor from the Alliance Medical Center. "Ma'am, you're pregnant..." The vial slipped from my fingers. I froze. Half an hour later, cheers erupted from the pack's Moonlight Altar. And just like that, I, the fake princess of the Crescent Moon pack, vanished from Silvercrest City. Just as everyone wanted. I fled a thousand miles to the Southern Alliance. I survived a rogue wolf riot and gave birth to my daughter. My own blood. My old life was completely gone. But four years later, they started showing up again, one by one. “Cora, we’ve been looking for you for years. You’re alive? Why didn’t you come home?”

Right after Ethan and I announced our mating ceremony, his childhood sweetheart from the pack, Sophia, came rushing back. And she flat-out demanded I go through a "bloodline trial." "Someone like you, a wolf outcast, you're definitely up to no good. You have to pass this month-long bloodline trial before our pack will accept your mating!" With Ethan basically giving them the nod, Sophia and her pack betas put me through hell. They deliberately messed with my moonlight alchemy circle, almost tore my mind apart. The backlash from the moon energy tortured me until I almost broke. My body felt like it was being ripped to shreds. They contaminated my sacred water potions. The choking fumes nearly suffocated me. The betas were cruel and vicious. "She's just a lone wolf anyway. If she dies, no pack will back her up." Then, Sophia stole the Moon Goddess sacred artifact my grandma left me—the Moon Alchemy Cauldron. She taunted me, all cocky. "If you've got the guts, try summoning the Moon Goddess's power on the blood moon night to take it back! Otherwise, I'll use your family's crappy old cauldron as a chamber pot!" I’ve had enough. I’m so sick of these ‘trials,’ and there’s no way in hell I’m mating with Ethan.

My Alpha slept with another woman. He promised me, "It was an accident." "I was drugged," he said. "I didn't even know what I was doing. Besides, I've already used my family's influence to bury it. No one will ever know." But three months later, I found him in the hospital with her—the pregnant Omega. This time, what Sebastian said to me was as cold and final as a death sentence: "Sophia, you're a smart woman. You understand the importance of a bloodline. This child will be the strongest Alpha heir our pack has seen in decades." That was it. My heart shattered. I turned and walked away. But they had no idea what they had just unleashed.

I was cursed by a dark witch. If I was not marked by a mate when I came of age at eighteen, I would die alone. Cassian and I grew up together. I had already pictured it, the two of us bonding under the Moon Goddess's blessing at the Full Moon Ceremony on the day I came of age. But on the day we won the war against the rival pack, Garrick, the head Elder, held up a vial and let his gaze sweep across the crowd. "Cassian, you did more than anyone. This healing potion should be yours." I looked at him hopefully. After all, the potion was the only thing that could suppress the curse and keep me alive long enough to come of age. But Cassian avoided my eyes. "Give it to Lilith. She's an Omega. She's too frail." Lilith's face went red, and she leaned into his side, all delicate helplessness. Everyone froze. Then someone murmured, "That's the Alpha's heir for you, so merciful." The awkwardness in the air was smoothed over by force. Beside me my best friend was shaking with rage. "Evelina, you turn eighteen in days. Without that potion you won't even make it to the Full Moon Ceremony. How dare he!" My smile went stiff. I patted her hand to calm her. "It's fine." I would go to the Full Moon Ceremony. I would take a mate. If Cassian did not want to be my mate, then someone else could have the place.

A month before my marking ceremony with Jim Luther, my dad, Frank Jackson, was exiled. Jim personally ordered him exiled to the wasteland without even explaining anything to me. "Kelly says someone leaked our pack's secret files, and we found them on your father's phone. Who else could it be?" My dad had come to attend my marking ceremony, yet because of what Kelly Chase said, Jim exiled him. "If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, he'll stay in the wasteland forever. "I won't abandon you just because of your father's actions. Our marking ceremony will proceed as planned in a month." I was devastated by the thought of my dad suffering in the wasteland. If this was how Jim treated my family and me, I didn't want to be with him anymore.

Six months pregnant with my fated Alpha’s heir, I came home. And ran straight into my Beta ex at the airport. Kyle’s icy gaze raked over my swollen belly, and a cruel smirk twisted his lips. “Amelia. I never thought you’d sink this low. Trying to trap me with a bastard.” “You think you can just secretly have my pup, and I’ll bond with you? Make you my mate? Dream on!” He took a step closer, his scent thick with threat. I said nothing, meeting his glare without flinching. Contempt flashed in his eyes. “I told you before. Only pure-blooded Selena can give me an heir. That half-breed mutt in your belly? I’ll never claim it! If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get rid of it yourself!” When I didn't give him the reaction he wanted, he jerked his chin at the two wolves behind him. They tensed, ready to take me by force. "Since you refuse to handle this, I'll handle it for you," he snarled. "And if this ruins my chance to join the Blood Moon Pack, you are dead." I had to bite back a cold laugh. Little did he know, the pup he was trying to kill was the heir of Alpha Ethan—the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. He was the one who was truly dead.

I carried my fated mate’s pup. Alpha Seth’s pup. But for twelve years, he refused to claim me. I was his secret. His personal healer. Nothing more. He never even let our son, Leo, call him “Dad.” All because he hated that fate chose an “impure” mate like me. He claimed I drugged him, that I trapped him with a child. He ditched our son's First Howl for another woman. A powerful Beta named Sarah. That was the last straw. I rejected him. I took our son and ran. They say the proud Alpha lost his mind. That the pain of rejection tore him apart, and he hunted us like a madman. But there’s no going back. There is no forgiveness.

When I was little, I was poisoned by wolfsbane. My sister Fiona saved me. After that, she always said, "I saved your life. You should be grateful. Never forget what I've done for you." So whenever I had good food or pretty clothes, I gave them to her if she wanted them. When I turned eighteen, the pack chose a fiancé for me. Fiona told me, "Don't trust any man so easily. Let me check them out for you first. If they're not right, you shouldn't marry them." So she went on dates with those men on my behalf, from refined gentlemen to charming, outgoing guys. Every time she came back, she looked disappointed. "Zoey, this guy seems really shady. He's not right for you." "Zoey, this guy is all sweet talk. I'm worried he'll trick you." Then I met Darren, the best warrior in the Starlight Pack, and fell for him at first sight. We became a couple, but my sister never stopped worrying. She insisted on joining us on every single date. Darren happily went along with it. "Your sister really cares about you." I believed them. On the day we'd scheduled to try on wedding dresses, my sister walked out of the fitting room before me, wearing my gown. She posted a selfie: "Trying it on for my little sister. Today I get to be the beautiful bride too." Darren commented underneath: "You really are beautiful." I hit like and decided to walk away from their little game of "looking out for me." She could have him.

In Mistbrook Valley, there's a custom. If a she-wolf still hasn't met her fated mate after her first shift, she can choose a mate herself. All she has to do is carve a little horn lantern and hang it on a hawthorn tree. Whoever wants her takes it down. Silas Rowan, the Moon Goddess's priest, and I grew up together. That lantern should have been his to take. But I waited all night, and the one who finally took it down was Gideon Ward, the young Alpha who had just returned from the North. "I fell for you the moment I saw you." His voice was low, and the tips of his ears were red. "Marry me, Evelyn." After we bonded, when I had a fever, he'd carry me on his back over three ridges through the night to find a healer. After full-moon hunts, he'd pick a pink hawthorn blossom and tuck it behind my ear. There was always such heat in his eyes when he looked at me. I thought we'd live like that forever. But after Silas and I survived a landslide together, I found out I was pregnant. No one around us believed the baby was Gideon's. Even Gideon looked at me with red-rimmed eyes and asked me a single question. "Evelyn, do we really have to keep this baby?" Something in my heart died for good.

The night I accidentally ended up in bed with my adoptive brother, Adrian, he had just broken his engagement to his childhood sweetheart, Ivy. Adrian was the Alpha of Blackwood Pack. Ivy was the late Beta's daughter, and the woman he had always intended to make his Luna. To protect my reputation and preserve his authority as Alpha, he was forced to complete a mate bond with me. Everyone said he treated me well. But every year on Ivy's birthday, he sat alone in his study until dawn. In the third year of our marriage, Ivy died of wolf-spirit failure. Only then did Adrian learn from the letter she left behind that she had seen us together that morning. The sight had haunted her for the rest of her life. He decided I had destroyed her. He severed our mate bond, drove me from the pack, and used his influence to close every road that might have kept me alive. Before I died, he sent me only four words. "You deserve to die." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the night his wolf lost control. This time, I tore myself out of his arms, knocked on Ivy's door, and placed him in her hands myself. I smiled at the shock on his face. “Adrian, I won’t love you anymore.”

My fated mate, Alpha Kane Fenwick, rejects me for another she-wolf. That same night, rogues ambush him. The rejection tears his wolf apart, and the brutal fight shatters his memory. He remembers nothing. "Who… are you?" "I'm your mate, your future Luna." I corner him by Sacred Spring and close my hand around his wrist. "Can't you feel the bond between us?" I've made my peace with his rejection, but the bond between fated mates still has its hooks in him. The ice in his eyes starts to thaw, and I watch him walk straight into my lie. Good. Let Kane fall for me all over again, so hard he can't break free. Then I'll show him exactly what it's like to be cast aside by the one he loves most.

For four years by Kallum's side, everyone saw me as just the former Alpha's daughter. The pack's chief geneticist. No one knew the truth. I was his fated mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. When my father died in battle, I gave Kallum the Alpha ring. I handed him absolute power and stepped back into the shadows of the lab. At night, against the floor-to-ceiling glass, his hands bruised my waist. He sank his fangs into the crook of my neck, claiming my mark over and over again. Come morning, he straightened his tie. All I got was cold, emotionless orders. Because his heart belonged to an outsider wolf. Scarlett. He knew her favorite champagne by heart. The night she separated from her husband, he drank until dawn at his private club. He even assigned the pack's elite guard to guard her apartment day and night. Four years as his secret mate, and I never saw a single shred of that devotion. Heartbroken, I slipped our bond severance agreement into a stack of research reports. He didn't even glance down. He just signed it. Ripping the bond apart felt like tearing my heart in half. I choked down the blood in my throat, erased every trace of my existence, and vanished. I thought he would finally be happy with his true love. Instead, the day the bond snapped, the ruthless Alpha completely lost his mind. He stripped Scarlett of every single privilege. He turned the entire continent upside down to hunt me down. And in front of tens of millions on live TV, he dropped to his knees. Eyes bloodshot and voice breaking, he confessed to the entire world: I was his only Luna. His true fated mate. And he would burn the whole world down before he ever let me go.

On the day my bond with Alpha Claus was finally severed, I walked out of the Mooncrest Packhouse wearing nothing but the simple linen tunic I had on the day we mated. The Luna mansion, the sports cars, the infinite pack wealth, and our three pups—I left them all behind for Alpha Claus. He stared at me with a genuine shock before his usual mocking sneer returned. "Have you truly thought this through, Elise? You carried our three daughters in your womb, raised them with your own two hands, and now you’re abandoning them too?" "If you are truly walking away with nothing, I will even grant you a clean break from the pack treasury. No alimony, no pack protection. That way, it’s fair." Without a word, I picked up the silver pen, quickly signing my name on the scroll to sever our legal ties. "Yes," I said, my voice eerily calm. "It is incredibly fair." Claus hesitated for a fraction of a second, his claws lightly scraping against the desk before he slowly signed his own name. The moment his signature left the page, the faint, golden shimmer of our mate-bond began to fade, leaving only the deep, spiritual Pack Bond pulsing in our chests. "Elise, if you regret this, we don't have to—" I raised my hand, cutting him off mid-sentence, and walked out of the Alpha's office without a single glance backward. For seven long years, Claus had claimed that I only used my fated-mate status to steal his power and that I weaponized our three daughters just to tie him down to a weak, sick she-wolf. But none of his insults mattered anymore. By the time he finds the cold ashes of my dying wolf… He will finally understand the cost of his cruelty.

At the Alpha Summit, my younger brother Felix accused me in front of everyone. "I grew up crushed under my older sister's thumb. If I so much as ate a piece of candy, she'd pry my mouth open and dig it out." I swirled the red wine in my glass and gave a cold laugh. "That wasn't candy. It was a pill made from wolfsbane. If I hadn't saved you, you wouldn't even have the chance to stand here talking to me." Felix's face froze. Refusing to give up, he said, "When our cousin Toby came to stay with us, you gave him every single moonstone I'd worked so hard to find. I'm your own brother, and you played favorites with someone else?" I sighed. "Your cousin had it rough. A big fire burned his family's house to the ground." "What does that have to do with me? Just because he had it rough, I'm supposed to give in to him every time?" "You set that fire." The room went dead silent. The reporters hammered their shutter buttons, capturing Felix looking as if he'd swallowed something foul. "Well, didn't I find him a job afterward? I went out of my way to help him, but the second you found out, you beat me up. Do you have any idea how badly that scarred my fragile young heart?" His eyes reddened as he spoke, while the memory made my blood boil all over again. "You shipped your cousin off to work in a mine in the Wastelands. How is that any different from exile? "You locked him into a five-year contract when you sent him there, so he's still serving hard labor in the Wastelands. You're telling me you didn't deserve that beating?" The viewers watching the livestream didn't know whether to laugh or cry. [Poor Toby. He still hasn't escaped that family?] [See, no beating is ever wasted.] [Just get a new brother. This one's a lost cause.]

My sister Vera and I had both mated with the Alpha candidate brothers and gotten pregnant almost at the same time. To help our respective mates fight for power, we—once inseparable—had been at each other's throats all over the pack. Five months into our pregnancies, the pack was attacked by rogues. Of all times, our mates were out hunting with the pack, leaving the camp's defenses wide open. Vera grabbed me and ran desperately toward the forest. In the endless chase, we tumbled down a cliff together. Blood poured from my lower belly, warm and relentless, staining the snow red. Trembling, I sent a mind-link to my mate, Kevin, begging for help. He cut me off five times before finally picking up, annoyed. "Katherine, don't bother me at a time like this. I know pregnancy is hard, but that's no excuse to waste rescue resources." "Lilian scraped her knee while hunting. I need to get to her and bandage it. Whatever it is, deal with it yourself. We'll talk when I'm back." Then there was nothing but a long, dead silence in my head. Lilian was the current Alpha's Beta, with a voice in the succession. When my plea failed, my sister sent a message to her own mate. His response was cold: "I need to get herbs to Lilian before Kevin does. Don't interrupt me." A minute later, the rogues poured down the cliff after us. Vera was forced to shift, dragging me toward a cave. When I opened my eyes again, I looked at her ashen face and couldn't stop the tears. The mate I'd given everything for had left me to die. It was my sister who'd nearly killed herself to save me, the same sister who'd been at war with me for over a year. Two sisters who'd turned against each other over men exchanged a bitter smile. "Katherine, I'm breaking the mate bond. I'm leaving the pack." "Me too."

My foster sister, Sylvia Blackwood, was so terrified of being bonded to the cold, merciless Alpha King that she rigged the lot the moment it was my turn to draw. I pulled out the Alpha King. The whole hall erupted. I looked toward my fated mate, Raymond Hale—but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were locked on Sylvia, and only her. My brother, Carl Blackwood, didn't call out the switch either. He just let them whisper and laugh. I stood there frozen, eyes burning red. Everyone treated it like a joke. They never thought I'd actually go through with bonding with a wolf that dangerous. But staring at the same faces who once swore they'd love me forever—I finally knew. I was done. I was leaving.

Five years of marriage, and as the pack's Luna, I've never been to a single big celebration. Every Moonlight Festival, I spent it alone at home. It's simply because my mate told me the pack has a rule: wolves not raised within the pack cannot join pack gatherings. Even Lunas can't. To follow this rule, I endured my wolf spirit's unease and felt lonely for five solid years. Until the eve of another Elder Gathering, I stumbled upon a post from his first love on social media. Through another woman's account, I saw my mate. She posted pictures with my mate. For five years, at every Elder Gathering, they were side-by-side, never apart. That's when I realized, it wasn't that he couldn't make an exception. It was just that the one he'd make an exception for wasn't me.