Alyssa Chang Legacies

My mate Ryan's first love Sarah Blackwood and I both had eight-year-old sons. Sarah's boy killed an innocent wolf. Instead of facing pack law, my mate asked our child to take the blame for Sarah's son. "Marcus will only serve five years in Silver Prison," Ryan growled at me. "Sarah and Jamie have no protection – exile will kill them both! Our son is strong enough to survive this!" While he rushed them abroad for a vacation to escape justice, his parents' guards dragged our innocent pup to prison. By the time Ryan returned, I disappeared.

To save my family, I was dying of silver poisoning, my fiancé Marcus, the Alpha who had promised to never abandon me, now wanted to harvest my healthy kidney for my parents' adopted daughter, Celeste. Nobody cares if I live or die So I refused the conservative treatment plan. I injected myself with the witch's life potion. The price? In 72 hours, I would die from complete organ failure. In those three days, I gave my private healing center—the one I'd built with my own hands—to Celeste. Mom and Dad beamed with joy. "Good girl, you've finally grown up. You're taking care of your sister now." Marcus wanted to postpone our wedding to care for Celeste. I accepted it calmly. He praised me for finally being understanding. I even gave up my position as the pack's chief healer to Celeste. My parents and Marcus were so excited they planned to throw her a grand celebration ball. They invited every important person with status in the pack to honor her new role. I was just curious about one thing. After I died, would they shed a single tear for me?

I'd had a crush on my brother's best friend, Ethan—the most powerful Alpha of our Northern Territory—since I was twelve years old. When I was fifteen, I boldly confessed my feelings to him. He laughed and patted my head, casually promising, "When you turn eighteen and shift, if you're my mate, I'll mark you." That offhand promise became my greatest hope for three years. I spent every day waiting for my wolf to awaken, praying to the Moon Goddess that she would designate us as mates. But on the night of my eighteenth birthday, after my wolf first awakened, I was shocked to discover that Ethan truly was my mate! Ignoring the intense shifting pain coursing through my body, I immediately shifted into my wolf form and ran toward Ethan's training grounds. I clutched the gift I'd prepared long ago, but instead heard Ethan urgently confessing to his Omega assistant Victoria: "Who would be stupid enough to actually care about a true mate? The bond between her and me is just the Moon Goddess's mistake. I only love you. I'll only mark you as my Luna." The words hit me like silver bullets to the chest. My wolf whimpered in pain, the mate bond burning like acid in my veins. I stood frozen behind the trees, watching the man I'd loved for six years dismiss our sacred connection as if it meant nothing. Later, Ethan introduced Victoria as his "fiancée." When Victoria demanded that I publicly bless their marking ceremony, Ethan remained completely indifferent to my humiliation. "Sylvia should give us her blessing," Victoria announced at the pack meeting, her voice sweet as poison. "After all, she's been like a little sister to Ethan all these years." Every wolf in the room could smell my distress. But Ethan said nothing, refusing to even look at me. When rogue wolves attacked our territory and I was surrounded, Ethan didn't hesitate to scoop up Victoria—who had only a tiny scratch on her finger—and carry her away to find the pack healer. He left me bleeding and alone, silver claws ha

My family is the oldest healing bloodline in the Frostmoon Pack, and I am the most promising talent to become the pack's Chief Healer. My destined mate, who promised to mark me on my 20th birthday, instead chose my stepsister Eliza on the very day that was meant to be mine. Then Alaric Blackwood, the legendarily powerful and cold Alpha of the Blackwood pack, openly pursued me after I was abandoned. For five years after becoming his mate, he treated me with tender care and bone-deep devotion. He told me not to work so hard as a healer and to focus on being his Luna. Until I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and his loyal Beta. "Alpha, Eliza has already become Chief Healer. How long will you continue pretending to love Amara?" "It doesn't matter since I can't be Eliza's mate anyway. Besides, as long as I'm with Amara, she won't interfere with Eliza's happiness." Every night, he prayed to the Moon Goddess, and every word was filled with longing and love for Eliza. "May the Moon Goddess bless Eliza. May she find peace in body and spirit." "May the Moon Goddess grant Eliza all she desires, and protect all that she loves." ... "Eliza, we're not destined for each other in this life. I only pray we become fated mates in the next." Only then did I realize that my mate—his body belonged to me, but his heart belonged deeply to my stepsister. I've prepared a fake identity and planned a staged death at the hands of rogue wolves. From now on, we will never meet again, in this life or any other.

At the Mating Ceremony, my mate Alexander rejected our mate bond in front of the entire pack, then turned around and marked Sarah instead. While I endured the excruciating pain of rejection and the pack's vicious gossip, Alexander's brother Ethan walked into our ceremonial grounds. He presented me with nine hundred and ninety-nine Moonflowers, confessing he had secretly loved me for years. His wolf had recognized me as his mate, and he'd dreamed of making me his. I was shocked to discover he was my second chance mate, and touched that he saved me from humiliation. I immediately nodded in agreement. Five years into our marriage, I had miscarried five times, and had finally managed to conceive again. Ethan held me carefully, spinning me around with joy, promising to take good care of me and the baby, even if it cost him his life. Four months into my pregnancy, I overheard him talking with the pack healer: "Alpha Ethan, just like the previous five times, the miscarriage drugs have been added to your wife's pregnancy supplements." "I don't understand. Sarah was able to bear your child, so why not your wife?" Ethan laughed bitterly: "Only those who produce an heir can inherit the Alpha position. Alexander is infertile, and I want Sarah to fulfill her wish of becoming the pack's Alpha Female." Alexander and Ethan were the children of our pack's Alpha. The Alpha had declared that whoever produced an heir first would become the next Alpha of the pack. All those passionate vows and promises were nothing but lies. The brothers, Alexander and Ethan, both loved Sarah. If that was how things stood, I would leave. I returned to our bedroom and secretly took out my phone, dialing a number I thought I would never contact again: "I agree to return and inherit the Shadow Pack. But I need you to do me a favor."

Ma meilleure amie, Ada, avait pitié de mes huit années de crush pour Théo. Alors, lorsque nos loups se sont reconnus comme compagnons, Ada m'a simplement donné une herbe qui amplifie les phéromones et m'a envoyée dans le lit de Théo. Enivré par mon odeur, Théo m'a prise comme un fou. Quand je me suis réveillée, il a accepté froidement d'organiser la cérémonie de marquage. Mais peu après, Théo s'est mis à visiter souvent les meutes européennes et est resté absent pendant cinq ans. J'ai élevé seule notre fils, Alex, en l'attendant dans la meute. Mais il n'est jamais rentré, se contentant de me dire qu'il n'aimait pas les louveteaux. Jusqu'au jour de l'anniversaire d'Alex. J'ai vu une vidéo dans laquelle quelqu'un demandait à Théo : « Quel a été ton moment le plus heureux ? » Il a répondu avec désinvolture : « La semaine dernière, en Europe. Après avoir endormi Marcus, j'ai emmené Claire sur la table de la salle à manger. » Au milieu des sifflements et des rires, j'ai senti mes mains et mes pieds devenir glacés. Claire, c'était son ex-petite amie. Marcus, c'était le fils de Claire. On disait qu'il vivait avec eux depuis cinq ans, en Europe. Tout était donc vrai. Le cœur brisé, j'ai soumis une demande de rupture de lien d'âme au Conseil des Alphas, et j'ai quitté l'Amérique du Nord avec mon fils, effaçant notre enregistrement de meute.

My mother is the Royal duchy and I am her sole heir. My mother was once deceived by my father, which nearly bankrupted our family. That bastard father of mine disappeared without a trace, taking the fortune he'd stolen from my mother and running off with his mistress. To prevent me from falling for the same kind of man in the future—to keep me from being fooled and robbed blind—my mother adopted two war orphans. She planned to raise them as potential husband candidates for me. But mother never knew the truth. These two men appeared respectful and obedient to her arrangements on the surface. But privately, they were both infatuated with my maid Josie. They constantly neglected me and made my life difficult, all to win her favor. My favorite, Marcus Reed, even gave up his own last name. He changed it to Josie's—Marcus Thompson. The betrayal cut deeper than I'd expected. Before mother died, she asked me the question I'd been dreading. "Which one do you want to choose as your husband?" But I had heard something interesting lately. There was a mafia heir—Vincent Rossi—who was notorious for his violence. He'd killed innocent people. Years of brutal fighting had left him severely injured. The doctors said he had less than six months to live. The mafia Rossi family wanted to marry him to a noblewoman before he died. I didn't hesitate to reach out to him. I offered an alliance through marriage. To my surprise, the Rossi family agreed. But on my wedding day, Marcus and the other candidate burst into the ceremony. They begged me to reconsider. "Please, don't do this!" Marcus shouted, his face desperate. "You can't marry him!" I stood there in my wedding dress, looking at the two men who had spent years ignoring me for my maid. Now they wanted me back? How interesting.

Les ennemis des parents de ma sœur adoptive m'ont prise pour elle et m'ont enlevée. Avant que les voyous ne m'aient tuée, ils m'ont accordé trois appels pour demander de l'aide. Si quelqu'un acceptait de me donner trois cents euros, je pourrais vivre. Pour le premier appel, j'ai composé le numéro de mon père. Mon père n'a écouté aucun mot que j'ai dit. Il a immédiatement lâché un torrent d'injures. « Où es-tu ? Reviens à la maison tout de suite pour l'anniversaire de ta sœur ! » Pour le deuxième appel, j'ai appelé mon frère. Mon frère a écouté en silence ma supplication, puis il a raccroché avec un reniflement glacé. « Tu n'es jamais là quand la meute a besoin de toi. Qui va croire à cette comédie maintenant ? » Pour le troisième appel, j'ai appelé mon fiancé. Il n'a même pas répondu. Quand j'ai rappelé, il m'a bloquée. Le loup renégat a ri de moi. « On dirait qu'être la fille aînée de la famille des Thomas ne signifie pas grand-chose, hein ? » Après qu'il m'a torturée à mort, il a fourré mon corps dans une valise et l'a jetée dans la rivière.

Aria hates Christmas. It’s the season everyone else seems happy while she pretends she is fine. But everything shatters on Christmas Eve when she catches her boyfriend cheating. Broken and confused, she walks into the cold night....straight into the path of a stranger with blue eyes who saves her from an attack. He is dangerous, mysterious… and a werewolf Alpha. As she uncovers secrets about her forgotten past and her own bloodline, Aria becomes trapped between humans and wolves, lies and loyalty, love and danger. Is meeting the Alpha her fate… or the beginning of a new nightmare?

In der Nacht meiner ersten Verwandlung mit achtzehn Jahren brachten meine beiden älteren Brüder eine zwölfjährige verwaiste Omega mit nach Hause. Mein Alpha-Bruder nahm mir die seltenen Heilkräuter weg, für die ich meine gesamten Ersparnisse ausgegeben hatte. Es waren Kräuter, die mir eigentlich meine erste Verwandlung erleichtern sollten. Aber er gab sie stattdessen ihr. „Du bist stark genug“, knurrte er. „Du brauchst solche kostbaren Kräuter nicht.“ Mein Beta-Bruder knurrte wütend und zeigte zur Tür. „Verschwinde! Komm nicht zurück!“ Ich sagte nichts mehr, schnappte mir nur meine gepackte Tasche und ging. Sie nahmen an, ich würde nur einen Wutanfall haben und in ein paar Tagen zurückkommen. Da sie nun endlich von meiner Anwesenheit befreit waren, nahmen meine Brüder das Waisenmädchen mit auf eine Reise in die Karibik. Von solch einer Reise hatte ich immer geträumt. Als sie viele Tage später zum Rudel zurückkehrten, waren sie schockiert, als sie erfuhren, dass ich ein Angebot der Oberheilerin eines benachbarten Rudels angenommen hatte. Die Position erforderte fünfzehn Jahre isolierte Kräuterforschung. Ich konnte nie wieder nach Hause zurückkehren. In jener Nacht brachen sie zusammen.