Blood Orange Karina Halle

{Sequel to 'My Possessive Alpha; His Reluctant Mate'} - Heather, a determined and impulsive daughter of the Alpha of Black Forest Pack, the largest wolf pack in the world, out of her quest for self-independence, leaves her loving family and pack to live with her uncle in the next town. On her first day of highschool, she encounters a new boy in town who quenches her anxiety from the truth of her reality that her loving family is no longer with her. 'Silver hair?!' He's Silver, a blind human in a wolf territory where humans are only but a few and Heather cannot ignore the inexplicable, sudden attachment to him. She has to try not to overwhelm him with her rowdy, obstinate and kick-ass behavior as to her surprise, Silver doesn't mind her lousy company. Attachment feels natural until she discovers his secret…He's a white wolf! An existence that should not exist! Now, Heather must promise to protect Silver's secret… Will Silver be safe in this new pack? And how can she protect him while trying to lead a normal life?

He called her a curse. Alpha Johan rejected Maeve beneath the full moon—and left her to die. But the bond didn’t break. It bled. Now, the broken Omega they buried under ash and silence rises— with silver eyes, a name the moon remembers, and power no Alpha can command. She doesn’t want revenge. She wants to forget. To vanish into the shadows of Alpha Carson’s cursed pack, where a false mate bond offers her one last chance at peace. But the past isn’t done with her. And neither is Johan. Because as the next full moon rises— and an ancient enemy prepares to consume her power— Maeve must choose between love and godhood, vengeance and mercy, survival and sacrifice. The Moon didn't just mark her for pain. It marked her for war. And this time, she won't be the one to bleed!

I had been with Lars Carter for six years. The head of Midas Capital in Eastwind City, he was a rising star in Riverton's Silver Street—the heart of this nation's financial world. Few knew his true roots. Within him flowed the Vitalus bloodline. Lars descended from an old mafia clan from the city of Virgil in Vitalus, the Viktors. Midas Capital was ours. We built it from the ground up together; Lars would haunt private clubs, ironing out business deals amid drinks. I would stay by his side, doing the accounts, steering the direction of the negotiations, and memorizing every detail of the high-stakes contracts. We did everything together—a tight team. Or so I thought. In my naivete, I was convinced I would rule the city alongside him. The woman behind the man, so to speak. …Until Pearl Ross arrived two months ago. His childhood sweetheart moved from Virgil to Eastwind City. It was then that I knew—she was the one he was waiting for all along. It had always been her. "Lars, I want to get married." Lars' face tightened; hesitation veiled in businesslike concern. "Bianca, you know the company's at a critical stage… We're mid-fundraising. I can't right now." I smiled, calm and composed. "That's fine." He misunderstood. I was getting married—just not to him.

Trois mois avant notre mariage, mon petit ami a publié sur Instagram un certificat de mariage, à lui et à ma sœur adoptive, ainsi qu'une photo de grossesse de cette dernière. La légende disait : « Nous avons légalement accueilli notre enfant. » Ma sœur adoptive a commenté avec un émoji timide. Ma mère a aimé la publication et elle a écrit : « Quand le bébé naîtra, je vous aiderai à le garder. Vivez votre vie de couple sans souci. » Je ne pouvais pas m'empêcher de commenter un point d'interrogation. La seconde d'après, les reproches de mon petit ami se sont abattus sur moi comme une tempête. Il a dit : « Elle t'a juste emprunté mon temps pour un an, le temps qu'elle accouche. Ensuite, elle me rendra à toi. »

Kayleigh: Who should I give my heart to? The one meant to cherish it? Or the one destined to break it into pieces? It’s inevitable. I am bound to choose … Or forever be doomed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cillian: You’re all I need, baby. Without you, I have nothing. Without you, I am nothing. I love you, yesterday, today, and for the rest of our lives. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Andrei: I’ll be your protector, savior, and your wolf in shining armor. I’m going to make you mine even if it’s going to ruin me in the end. ______________________________________________________________________________ What does a wolf-less she-wolf, a charismatic alpha heir, and a mysterious werewolf have in common? Love-triangle, pack duties, and family secrets. In short, chaos, chaos, and chaos. I am Kayleigh Donnelly, the Alpha King’s daughter and legacy bearer. I have issues. First, I’m still wolf-less at 18. Second, my bloodline might be tainted. And my last issue comes in the form of two alpha heirs: Cillian O’Ryan. Future Alpha of the Blue Blood Pack. Tall, athletic, and ruggedly handsome. The golden child and most sought after alpha heir among all wolf bloods. Then there’s Andrei Romanov. Future Alpha of the Korol Volkov Pack. Tall, lithe, and sinfully stunning. Descendant of Russian royalty. And just like his family, he is full of power, enigma, and secrets. One is my fated mate and the other my chosen one. One is my savior and the other needs me to save him. One stole my first kiss. The other asked me to be his wife. One wolf is my calm, and the other is my mayhem. My entanglement with these two alpha heirs has been both a blessing and a curse. Moon Goddess, are you having fun yet?

"Ms. Rowe, are you certain you want to delete all identity records? Once they're erased, you'll be completely removed from the system. No one will be able to find you again." Eva Rowe pauses for a moment before nodding with quiet resolve. "Yes. I want to disappear from this world. I want to make sure no one can ever find me." Two seconds of silence follow on the other end, as if they're giving her one last chance to reconsider. "Understood, Ms. Rowe. The wipeout protocol will be completed within 14 days. By then, you'll be officially 'dead' in all databases. Please make the necessary arrangements." With that, the call ends. Eva books a one-way ticket to Felnor, scheduled for 14 days later. Then, she turns off her phone, watching as the screen goes dark. She stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the endless city lights, and lets out a soft, cold laugh. She is no longer anyone's Eva.

A young woman who bears the curse of wolfmen saves the mortal world from extinction when she battles a wolf clan set on world domination.

“Chanda, Omega of the Montana pack shall be crowned the new Lycan Luna of all the West region”. Those where the last words Chanda expected to hear when she happily accompanied her Luna to the Goda Pack. Now forced to marry the ruthless and newly crowned Lycan King, she lives a new life worse than being an omega. But when she discovers the Lycan King’s secret agenda, she pays with her life. Given another chance at life, she returns with one thing on her mind. REVENGE. But what happens when she discovers all is not as it seems? Was there more to her death? Why was she given the second chance in another body? Find out more in Chanda’s story.

I met my fated mate in the worst place possible. A club overrun by rogue wolves. He saved me and I fell in love with him. But fate isn’t kind. My mate is Alejandro Rossi. The man who was supposed to marry my mother. The man who vanished after catching his father and my mother in bed on their wedding eve. There’s a chance Alejandro is my brother. If it’s true, the Moon Goddess has made the deadliest mistake. If it’s false, our love is still forbidden. Is our love truly forbidden? Or did the past lie to us all?

Vincenzo Moretti was Stonehaven’s youngest financial titan— a tech mogul commanding a multibillion-dollar empire, gracing the covers of business magazines as a modern legend. But only a select few knew the truth: he was also the ruthless Don controlling the East Coast mafia. To him, wealth and power were mere chips in a game. And I? I was just another pawn used to stabilize a fragile family alliance. In our ten-year marriage, he slept with my friends, my coworkers… every single person I once trusted. Then one morning, as I took our one-month-old baby for a routine checkup, Sienna Newton, his latest mistress, ran me down with her car. The baby screamed endlessly. I begged her to take us to the hospital, and when Vincenzo arrived, he looked at me with cold disdain. “Isabella,” he sneered, “when did you learn to stage accidents? “Even if you died here, I wouldn’t bat an eye.” Then he took Sienna’s hand and walked away without a backward glance. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, the child in my arms had suffocated. Upon hearing the news, my mother suffered a heart attack. She didn’t survive. I slipped into a coma for two days. When I finally woke up, I found out that Vincenzo never visited. Instead, his father, Renato Moretti, the true king of the Moretti empire, stood by my bedside. I looked at him calmly and said, “Let me go. Whatever I owed your family, I’ve repaid in full with two lives.” Later, that same Don who had once looked down on me knelt before me, begging me to come home. But I was no longer the woman who waited, silent and broken, for his change of heart. I was the Don’s wife who turned away and never looked back.