Alternate Universe

THIS IS BOOK ONE!! Book two is titled Saved by My Alpha. Read this story before you read the sequel.Kennedi had no parents and so Elias raised her. Even though others in his pack could've raised her, he chose to. He was curious about her. Even when she was just a pup. She had a unique crescent birthmark on her stomach. When she grew up, she was also curious about him and also herself and so that's where it all started. Join these two in their supernatural world full of magic and wonder!

"I want you to die. Die, Ian! Fucking die!" Ian only ever wants peace: baking bread and doughnuts, minding his own business. But one terrible moment turns everything upside down. He’s accused. He fights back. And he pays the price with his life – a swift, horrendous end. But fate intervenes and hands him something unexpected: a second chance. Who brings him back? God? No. It’s Selene. The moon goddess. Ian wakes in a strange, perilous world. He is no longer human but a werewolf in Torguyl – a savage realm ruled by ancient magic and deadly packs. As he struggles to understand this new identity, he learns the chilling truth. His resurrection isn’t just a blessing. It’s a deal. And the cost is a mission he cannot refuse. “I have saved you. Now you must save him from the powers of the dark. Save him. Save Thorne. That is your mission.” Alpha Thorne is teetering on the edge of becoming something monstrous, a creature of ruin known as a Dark Terror. And only Ian can bring him back. But in a world of brutal alphas, soul-forged secrets, and dangerous desire, saving Thorne may take more than Ian’s strength. It may cost him his heart.

¹"the werewolf Alpha king, the eternal monarch, will be born. He will take back his rightful place and rule the three kinds. Followed by bloodshed... a new world will be born." His father's words resounded in his mind. Nicolai peered at the beautiful lush forest in front of him. The river that was once been eternally frozen was rushing and gushing through the small river bed. "huh!.. isn't Greenland supposed to be covered in snow? Where am i?...." The world he once knew changed in just a few days.. Nicolai glanced at the coffin he woke up in. "not a few days.. how many years has it been? How long was I asleep? Where is my father?..." "howl," Startled, he glanced to the side. Twigs snapped... a white wolf walked out of the forest. "mate," its husky voice whispered.

Hazel Jones slides on a beautiful red silk dress with a slit up to her curvy hip and black strappy heels. Her long, chocolate brown hair is up in an elegant style, exposing her neck. She applies mascara and matching red matte lipstick for the finishing touches. She studies herself in the mirror before leaving her apartment and getting into the limo. Hazel may never see her family again but missing the Mate Gala is not an option for her. -------- "How is this possible?" "I don't know, but she is mine too." King Octavius Storm and his mate, Valentina watches as their surprise mate makes her way to The Royals' table. She's a human, and they are the Lycan Royals. A Lycan King has never had more than one mate. It is normal in the Full-Blood District, but not in the Lycan Colony. What makes it even more unique, Octavius and Valentina both felt the mate bond before Hazel stepped foot in the ballroom.

On the very night Finn Chapman's first love got divorced, he threw the ninety-ninth divorce agreement at me. "Lisa's heart is broken. She can't move on. I have to take care of her," he said. Even our seven-year-old son tried to persuade me. "You should just agree to the divorce and leave," he told me. "Let Lisa move in. We don't need a maid like you anymore." Both father and son were certain I'd scream, cry, beg them not to throw me out. But I didn't. I simply nodded, quietly signed my name on the divorce papers, and left. Ten years later, my son became the top scorer on the SATs. During an interview, a reporter asked him, "What has motivated you to study so hard all these years?" He went silent for a moment. Then, in front of everyone, his eyes turned red. "Because I wanted to tell my mom," he said, voice trembling, "I've grown up now. Will you come back? Please don't leave me again."

After being forced to give my wife's first love my heart, I died in the hallway of the private hospital she had personally founded. My six-year-old son, Ash, had already begged her thrice by the time I had drawn my last breath. The first time was when he tugged on her hand, saying I was coughing up blood. Sneering, she claimed, "So he's finally learned something—teaching his kid how to lie." Then, she had the bodyguards throw him out of the room. The second time was when he clung to her sleeve, insisting that I rambled nonsense due to the pain. "It's just a heart transplant," she opined with a frown. "The doctor already said he won't die." At that, the bodyguards stepped in again and dragged him away. The third time was when he fell to the ground, clutching her pant leg with all his strength, crying that I had already passed out. She finally lost her temper by this point, grabbing Ash by the throat and hurling him out of the room. "I have already said it—Howard isn't going to die. Dare to disturb Skye's rest again, and I'll throw both of you out of this hospital," she warned. To save me, my son pawned the most precious thing he owned—his St. Christopher medal—to a nurse. "Ma'am," he said. "I don't need to live a long life. I just want my dad to live." She accepted the medal and was about to arrange for me to be transferred to the last available room. However, my wife's first love, Skye Whitley, had someone block the doorway with his pet dog. He mentioned, "Sorry, kid. Your mom's worried I'll get bored if I can't see my dog. This room is reserved for him."

On the fourth day after my son's death, I decided to secretly dissolve my military marriage with my husband. Before that, I had three days to settle everything for my son. On the first day, I tricked my husband into signing the cremation papers. On the second day, I went to the school and collected the textbooks my son would never get to use. On the third day, I cooked a table full of dishes and begged my husband to celebrate our son's last birthday. He agreed, but soon after claimed he had a mission. Instead, he spent the entire night setting off fireworks with his childhood sweetheart. That night, I cooked. Then, I sat alone before my son's photo and ate all my son's favorite foods. The next day, my husband returned, guilt flickering in his eyes as he handed me a brand-new backpack. He said it was a gift for our child's first day of school. But he didn't know—our child would never have a first day of school.

Rivergate's most elite social circle had always shared an unspoken rule. Men were free to play the field as they pleased, drifting from one woman to the next. Women, on the other hand, were only allowed a single, discreet indulgence on the day they came of age—a privately hired "life assistant" meant to take care of their physical needs. … On my coming-of-age day, I picked Elliot at first glance from a hundred applicants who came in for interviews. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, looked composed and restrained, and carried himself with a calm maturity that set him apart. He was steady, meticulous, and obsessively clean. The only condition he agreed to was that there would be no bodily contact—hands only. And after every encounter, he would scrub his hands with disinfectant alcohol a hundred times. Over five years, the empty bottles alone were enough to circle the villa seven times. I used to think that one day, I'd help him overcome his barriers and truly make him mine. That illusion shattered the night I got drunk and accidentally wandered into Elliot's room. Hidden beneath his pillow was a DV camera, and inside were several videos of him pleasuring himself. On the screen, the same man who had always been calm and rational with me was staring at the lingerie of the adopted sister who had caused my mother's death, his Adam's apple bobbing as he moaned her name, "Chloe… I love you…" Only then did I realize that every step he had taken toward me had never been about me at all. It had always been a carefully concealed, long-nurtured love for her. So, it was very odd that he cried when I took my adopted sister's place in marrying someone else.

By the time Nolan is five, I finally see the truth clearly. My husband, Justin Ford, does not love our son or me. Determined to end this disastrous marriage, I decide to leave with Nolan. But fate has other plans. A car accident leaves me with a lost kidney and Nolan missing an eye. In our darkest hour, the cold, indifferent Justin kneels in public, begging for forgiveness, promising to be a lifelong support for both our son and me. Nolan and I decide to give him a trial period of 100 days. If he passes, we will stay. On the 99th day, we stumble upon him speaking with the attending doctor. "Mr. Ford, you caused the accident on purpose to save Ms. Lloyd's child while taking organs from Mrs. Ford and Nolan. Was it really worth all that?" "It's worth it. I'll do whatever makes Suzanne happy." "What if Mrs. Ford and Mr. Nolan find out?" Justin falls silent for a moment, then instinctively touches his wedding ring. "They must never find out. All they want is a family, and I'll do everything I can to make it right," he says coldly. It turns out his entire act of repentance was nothing more than a carefully orchestrated lie. The happiness Nolan and I believed in was merely an illusion, designed to protect the one he truly cared for. Every gift came with a secret cost, and now, we are paying the price.

Reflections of life and love. Are not always what they are cracked up to be. What would you do if a long-buried family secret with mystical origins raises its ugly head? Gemma Conlin knows when she takes the position of caretaker of the Helencia Gardens Estate. Finding an old book and mirror from her childhood sparks everything up. Larin Vanis is in a spot. He can't find the replacement Mirror Guardian. They're on the wrong side of a portal he can't get through. He and his cousin Hugo Vanis are bear shifters in a world full of magic and war. The Guardians are the only thing that prevents that war from bleeding into other worlds. Can they come together, prevent the war from bleeding over into the mundane world.