Althea Pills Side Effects Novels & Stories

Gwen is on the run from her abusive mate who has vowed to make her Luna of the Glory Pack. Her only way of escape is in the Night Pack, as a maid, and by Alpha Noah's side who is a blind Alpha. She cannot tell anyone who she is running from and why. It is a secret she has to keep until her mate forgets about her. Hiding by Alpha Noah's side is a world of passion and scandalous desires that she did not bargain for. Although, he is arrogant, scary, and blasphemous. He is also a handsome, scar devil willing to fight for Gwen's freedom.

Philip James, a young man who deprived himself of all carnal curiosities in his life, thinking about his mother's well-being and love. That is until Mikhail Winters enters his life once and for all, proposing to teach him everything and a little more about that side that Philip didn't yet know. From lesson to lesson, the two young men fall into a routine filled with desire, fire, care, and affection, where Philip discovers a side of Mikhail that he had never imagined. The secret? Mikhail always had another interest behind his proposition.

"There's a problem with your theory," he murmurs, the touch of his fingers down my jawline, down my neck, a silent warning. I'm in the midst of a cold, calculated predator. "One side of me wants to preserve that precious innocence of yours, while the other, well, wants to absolutely destroy it." Not much is known about Alpha Ren. Simply that he lives in a small island in a big estate away from everyone. His secrets remain hidden within the shadows of his distance. He's untouchable. Homeless, Brielle stumbles upon a job at the docks. Whispers speak of better jobs upon Ren's island. And when his ship sails in, Brielle gets a chance, and takes it. Smuggling herself on, she finds herself as a servant within his endless estate, working to keep herself alive. However, as curiosity increases with the elusiveness of the Alpha, Brielle finds herself finding out Ren's terrible secret. Perhaps the Alpha everyone sees on the surface has another side to him. A side, so dangerous, there's only one person who can keep it at bay.

"let me go you bastard!" I screamed at Callan but it just made him enjoy my struggle further. Fucking sicko! "Stop fighting it Anaïs, we're mates and you can't change that" he told me calmly as if he hadn't just asked me to do the one thing that I could never imagine doing. Loving Callan Baraed.. "Let me go Callan!" I screamed at him again. I tried to push him away, I tried to pry my hands away from his deadly hold but it was all in vain. Callan was an Alpha and his strength was unmatched especially to that of mine, a regular pack she-wolf. "Anaïs, you're mine and no power in this entire universe can change that" he whispered in my ear making sparks fly around us, electricity was shooting through my blood as if I'd put my finger inside a power socket. Fucking mate bond! "You're dreaming Callan! We're like the opposite poles of a magnet, we're the last people meant to be together. The goddess made a mistake" I told him. He was the guy I've hated forever and now they're telling me I have to love him? That went against every molecule of my body. "The goddess never makes a mistake and opposites attract princess" he breathed into my ear making me shiver. His words just made me more furious and struggle harder to get away from him. Satisfied with the effects his words had on me, he finally let me go. He gave me one last stupid smirk of his and exited the empty classroom. Ass!

On a rusty iron lies a man. Alpha Xavier, the most notorious of the werewolves. He was asleep under the effects of the drug, unaware that I had shackled his hands and feet to the frame. I drew the curtain to isolate the and... Slowly removed my clothes. Today was the thirty-fifth day I had been forced to be a Slave in Sin Pack, and I had thirty-five years of my sentence remaining. I had to do this in order to get out of here as soon as possible. "Who?" He was perceptive. He woke up as soon as I threw the bra to the floor. "Who are you? Who the are you?" I didn't say a word and let him struggle with his arms and legs. His eyes were covered by his tie and he couldn't see me. "Is that you, Leila?" He couldn't see me, but he unexpectedly called out my name anyway. "Leila, is that you? Get off me!" I didn't say anything, I didn't have time to waste. All the Guards in Sin Pack were looking for him. But no one would have thought that a lowly Slave like me would dare to kidnap their fiercest Alpha. Kidnap for the sake of rape. I climbed on top of him, picked up his hard , and sat down hard without any hesitation. I felt the inside of my body being torn apart. Blood flowed down my thighs. I was no longer a . I crumpled onto him from the pain, tears falling onto his chest. "Alpha Xavier, please... Let me carry your child." There was no in my eyes, only the desire for revenge.

In a city plagued by constant terrorist threats, Aqsa Masood, a Pakistani emergency response specialist, encounters Kareem Ali, a captivating Arab security consultant with a dark past. When a series of bombings rocks their world, they are drawn into a dangerous covert operation that ignites a simmering tension between them. As they work side by side, their attraction becomes impossible to resist. A seductive romance unfolds amidst the chaos, tempting them to give in to their desires despite the risks. As danger looms closer, Aqsa and Kareem must confront their commitment to duty and the allure of their passionate connection. Will their forbidden love survive the darkness surrounding them, or will it consume them both?

Storm had hoped for a happy marriage but dragged by his father to an arranged marriage. When he finds out that his wife is just as apathetic as her brother, he stays only to fulfill his duties as a husband in paper for the sake of their deal. When he sees his wife in a TV interview, he discovers a whole new side of Aira, a side he only wished existed. In the midst of family chaos and business rivalries, can these two people find true love? Storm is determined to be more than a billionaire heir husband, but can Aira allow herself to fall for a complete stranger?

Instead of leaving you, she stayed by your side and filled in your broken soul. Instead of holding you back, He's the wind to your wings.

Edgar is an alpha trapped by the demands of his father, Kingston, a powerful businessman who seeks more control over his power and business. When Edgar meets James, a young omega and talented doctor, their fates intertwine through an unexpected encounter. However, their love faces numerous obstacles, especially after Kingston plans to arrange Edgar's marriage to Dima, the son of a prominent businessman in Moscow, to expand his influence. After James leaves Edgar, now going by the name Harley, his life becomes increasingly complicated when he know that he is pregnant with Edgar's child. Along with Jonathan, his friend who secretly loves him, they try to protect this secret and stay away from Edgar's search. However, when James gives birth in a remote village, his identity is revealed, triggering a conflict between Edgar and Jonathan. The failed marriage between Edgar and Dima creates even greater tension. Dima's obsession with Edgar grows, and his desire to destroy Harley becomes the backdrop for the impending tragedy. In an effort to protect Harley, Jonathan loses his life, leaving Harley in even greater danger. Meanwhile, Kingston feels the effects of betrayal and death. His downfall leads Edgar to seek freedom from his father's grasp. With Kingston's power waning, Edgar fights to find Harley. Ultimately, while attending his father's funeral, Edgar and Harley meet again at a place full of memories. In this emotional moment, they realize that their love will never fade. With newfound determination, they choose to be together, overcoming the past and striving for a future filled with hope and love, despite the shadows of tragedy that have forever changed their lives.

By the third year of my marriage to Daniel Hawthorne, the war had already taken more than it ever returned, and this time it took his younger brother, Thomas Hawthorne. My sister-in-law, Eleanor, collapsed, and in the weeks that followed she tried to follow her husband into death— once with sleeping pills, once by the river beyond the officers’ quarters— only to be dragged back both times, each time clinging to me afterward as though I were the last thing keeping her grounded. I stayed with her, wiped her tears, and whispered that Thomas would want her to live, until the day she received the test results confirming she was three months pregnant, and the grief of losing her husband was slowly softened by the arrival of new life. I smiled too, believing grief had finally loosened its grip. That night, holding my own pregnancy test in my hand and thinking it was finally time to tell Daniel, I passed the study and heard his friend say quietly, “She’s carrying your child. You convinced the doctors to adjust the timeline so everyone would believe the baby belonged to your brother. Aren’t you afraid Margaret will find out?” Daniel didn’t hesitate. “She won’t,” he said calmly. “She loves me. She wouldn’t leave. I won’t let her know.” I didn’t step inside. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I opened the letter I had received weeks earlier— an official deployment order from the international medical corps, assigning me to a frontline war zone— and tapped Accept.