American Midnight

It was midnight, and I was out at my stall when the cops took me to the station. They checked my profile and looked at me weirdly. "You're a Greatpeak graduate. What are you doing setting up shop in a bazaar?" That was odd. I went through the profile and realized that yes, while the student's ID was mine, the photo was not. I knew the guy in the photo. Josiah Ferguson. I had no idea I got accepted into Greatpeak University twenty years ago. Eventually, I was released, but I had no idea how I trudged back home. Then, I heard Hazel Quinley, my wife, talking to someone on the phone. "I won't let Michael get in your way, Josiah. Just go abroad." So that's it! It was her! My wife helped Josiah take what was supposed to be mine! I was sick. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to confront her and Josiah, but then she stabbed me in the back, and I died. "I'm sorry, Michael. I can't let you ruin Josiah's future." And then I woke up. I was taken back in time to my high school days. Our homeroom was giving out college application forms. This time, things would be different. This time, I would take back what was rightfully mine!

Iris Mayer was Katheryn’s first love. Her first kiss. Her first forever. Until he left her at the altar without a word. Shattered and humiliated, she married his brother, the one who stayed. The one who promised stability. The one who slowly turned her life into a beautiful prison. Years later, Katheryn is trapped in a cold, suffocating marriage to Jacob Mayer, a powerful man who treats love like ownership. Divorce isn’t an option. Freedom isn’t allowed. And the only thing keeping her in that gilded cage is her daughter. Then Iris comes back. Richer, sexier, and more irresistible than ever. Kathryn swore she hates him but living under the same roof brought back the feelings between them and soon, it turned into something reckless… something sinful. What started with glances and Stolen touches turns into hot midnight encounters. A series of hot affairs both of them couldn’t resist. She betrayed her heart once by marrying the wrong brother. Now she’s betraying her husband in the most scandalous way possible. But when long-buried secrets rise to the surface and the truth about the past finally unravels, Katheryn must decide Is this just lust and revenge? Or was Iris always the only man she was meant to choose?

"You can't handle it. If you try too hard to understand me, what you'll unbosom, that is if you're able to uncover anything, will drive you mad. Because my mind is a dark labyrinth, never understood". “Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind”.——Dean Roontz. A dark, lonely, numb soul wanders the face of the Earth in search of peace. Running and hiding from her hunters and her captives. She's trying all she can to feel something, anything, at all as proof that she's living but all to no avail. She's neither human nor werewolf, Satyr nor mermaid, she doesn't seem to have a place to fit in. Her only mission and the goal that drives her very being is how to get rid of the curse she was born with. A curse that seems to spread its wings of death over any one she dares to care about. A curse that doesn't hesitate to suck the happiness out of all beings of close proximity to her. Will her strive to break this curse be fruitful or futile? Will she be able to protect others from getting consumed by this curse that plagues her very existence? Will she thrive over this seemingly unbreakable curse?

The whole wolf pack knew I was Alpha Nick’s fated mate—chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. But the second I stepped into Brown Pack territory with my suitcase in hand— His mother, Mrs. Johnson, ordered the maids to spray me with wolfsbane. His cousin, Enna, "accidentally" put me in *his* bedroom. And his childhood sweetheart, Rina, slapped a ten-million-dollar check in my face, demanding I publicly renounce this "joke of a mating bond." Even Alpha Nick himself—the ruthless legend of the pack—spent the first night wrapped around me like a damn octopus, only to kick me out coldly the next morning: *"Get out. Don’t come back to my room again."* When I was framed for theft, forced to work overtime till midnight, or locked inside a pitch-black office mid-panic attack… My *"fiancé"* was too busy grinding on Rina at some high-society ball. Then the truth about me dropped— Brown Pack’s elders dropped to their knees, trembling. Rina ripped her knockoff Luara gown in rage. And Alpha Nick, eyes bloodshot, pinned me against the wall: *"Wendy… you played me."* I smirked, peeling his fingers off me. *"Sorry, Alpha. The three-month contract’s up."* *"Now… call me by my real title—heir of White Moon Pack."*

**This is unedited version, pls read new EDITED VERSION that named Chasing Feyre: Cold Alpha's Beta Mate, pls moved to a new link, reading Chasing Feyre: Cold Alpha's Beta Mate** “Not everyone is desperate for your attention, alpha.” I say the title with a mocking lilt, knowing it would set him off. It did. “Reject me if you don’t want me, I don’t care.” “I, Alpha Zade of the Darkmoon pack, reject you as my mate.” ****** Feyre has been trying to solve the mystery of her parents death. As the beta of the Midnight pack, she rarely has time. When she finds her mate, the insufferable alpha that is too arrogant, over confident and worst of all, refuses to acknowledge her. She plans to leave the pack and forget she has ever met him after she dares him to reject her and he does. What will she do when his father comes with a tempting offer? He’ll give her the one thing she has ever wanted, in exchange for her to stay with his son for a month and give him an heir. It is a battle of pride, arrogance and ego. Love is put to the test when they are both determined and too stubborn to let something like love change their minds.

I was Bloodthorn Pack's weakest omega—rejected, betrayed, and sold at an underground auction. My fated mate spat, "You're not worthy to be my Luna."My adoptive parents auctioned me via forced contract to settle their debts. My “best friend” drugged me for a one-night bidding war, laughing as prices soared.On the night I died, the truth hit: switched at birth, I was a cursed hybrid princess stolen from royalty—hidden to be used and discarded.Reborn three years earlier, I make a new vow: no more victims.Reject the mate. Burn the contract. Avenge every betrayal. Unravel my lost memories, hidden bloodline, and death-defying curse.Then four alphas find me—Crown Prince (ice-veined), General (battle-scarred), Pack Judge (unbeatable), Rogue King (cursed wolf). All whisper, “Sister?”From auction trash to lost princess of the continent’s fiercest bloodline—with four overprotective brothers ready to raze worlds for me.But fate twists again: a rival pack’s twin heirs—midnight cold and sunrise warm—share my unique mate mark. One soul. Two bodies.Enemies before. Salvation now… or final doom?Betrayed. Sold. Reborn. No begging for love this time. Meet my brothers first—then decide if you want their princess as prey… or as queen.

‘MATE,’ my wolf Jax bellowed when he first saw the 10-year-old girl hiding behind my Beta's legs. I couldn't believe my ears, I'm most certainly no pervert, but how could a pup be my mate? But Jax was determined. Little Mercedes of the Silver Moon pack is the little Luna of our pack. After Alpha Zane of Midnight Moon convinced her parents and the Alpha of Silver Moon that little Mercedes was his fated mate, they were allowed to meet in each other's packs. But he knows he can't claim Mercedes until she's eighteen, and she recognizes him as her mate as well. The two grow a close platonic bond, are inseparable until the Alpha's jealous son falls in love with the beautiful Mercedes. Glary goes to great lengths to seduce Mercedes, even promising to make her his Luna. Alpha Ahri teams up with his son and forbids the couple from seeing each other anymore. To make matters worse, they falsely accuse Mercedes' father, the Beta of Silver Moon, of fraud and treason and sentence him to death. Mercedes must then choose: mate with the Alpha's son, Glary, or have her father executed. But then it turns out that Silver Moon has seriously underestimated Alpha Zane....

In my past life, I was a rare treasure: the only she-wolf capable of bearing a pureblood werewolf heir. That singular gift made me a prize, claimed by Leon, the Alpha of the formidable Silvermoon Pack in North America. Leon's ambition burned with the desire for a child. A pureblood heir, he believed, would secure his ascension to President Alpha—the supreme leader of all North American Lycan packs. But fate, as it often does, twisted his expectations. After ten long months, I birthed a pup with gray fur and gray eyes which was different to the golden-marked purebloods. By all standards, a low-ranking wolf. Simultaneously, my sister Eve, wedded to the rival Seurin Pack, delivered a golden-furred, golden-eyed pureblood. Leon's dream of becoming President Alpha shattered in an instant. From that moment, he harbored a strong hatred for me and my pup. He forced wolfsbane down our throats and ended our lives with a silver blade in a cold merciless way. Only in my dying breath did the horrifying truth reveal itself: my own sister had stolen my gift—the ability to bear purebloods—using dark magic, claiming it as her own. Now, I am reborn. I find myself reliving the day Leon and Seurin arrived to propose marriage. Just as before, Leon chose my sister Eve without hesitation. I saw it in his eyes—he remembers everything. He, too, has been reborn. But this time, I possess the knowledge. Without me, he will never father a pup—not pureblood, not even half-blood. Not even a mutt.

Miguel has built his life around the land. Born of indigenous Costa Rican ancestry, he believes ownership is stewardship, not control. High in the mountains of Monteverde, he struggles to preserve his farms and a failing eco-lodge sustained by pristine mountain springs that carry life-giving water for the entire valley. Bobby, a kindergarten teacher from Ireland, arrives in Costa Rica carrying a private grief. A genetic diagnosis has ended her hopes of motherhood, and leaving Ireland for Costa Rica is the only way she knows to start a new life. Vulnerable and unmoored, she falls under the influence of Sean, a charismatic expatriate who offers work, protection, and belonging—while quietly binding her to his business interests. The springs beneath Cabinas Las Nubes become the fulcrum of their collision. To Miguel, it is sacred. To Sean, it is a commodity to be stripped and laundered through shell companies tied to South American narco networks. When Miguel refuses to legitimize the illegal extraction, intimidation escalates into violence, culminating in the kidnapping of a child—Christopher—to force his compliance. Bobby recognizes the danger too late but refuses to run again. Risking her life to save Christopher, she confronts the man who once controlled her and exposes the depth of her courage. Her choice strengthens Miguel’s resolve. Working from within, he dismantles Sean’s operation and reclaims the land before it is destroyed. Set against Costa Rica’s ancient waters and living terrain, the novel explores grief, integrity, and the quiet ferocity of love chosen under threat.

Once I became pregnant, I was hailed as the most precious woman in the underworld. My husband, the new Don of the Jenkins family, shut down an entire private hospital wing for my check-ups, while my father, the Collins Don, summoned every Michelin-starred chef in New York to the estate, just so I could pick whatever I craved. The baby I carried was destined to be the sole heir of the two most powerful mafia families. But on the day we were to sign the papers securing my child's inheritance, they both vanished. "An urgent family matter came up," my husband, Vincent, said, kissing my forehead. "We can finalize the child's inheritance when we get back. There's no rush." Shortly after they left, I received a link to an anonymous live stream. My father's voice came from the video, colder than I had ever heard it. "You're saying your marriage contract with Evangeline was never valid. Doesn't that make the child a bastard?" Vincent, lounging in a club, blew a smoke ring. Cradled in his arms was my half sister, Sarah. "Evangeline has always had all the love and affection. Her child will want for nothing." "Sarah has been mocked for her status for years. I have to make things right for her, give our child a legitimate name." In that moment, my heart seized, and I could barely breathe. Then my phone vibrated again. It was a text message: "Welcome home to the Gallo family, my queen." "Just give the word, and the child you carry will bear the Gallo name and become the most powerful heir in the American underworld."