Broken Luna

“I hate you for bringing me here! I hate you for forcing me to live among wolves when I'm the only human. They all hate me! I am a prey, a pet, a weakling waiting to be devoured. How could you do this to me?” I cried as I stared the Alpha in the eye. I had just tried to escape again, but he caught me as always. There was something in his eyes. It was rage. Possessive and protective rage. “If anyone makes you feel insecure because you're human, I'll make sure their heads roll at their feet. Nobody is permitted to hurt you. Because you're mine. My mate. My Luna,” he replied. *** For 18 good years of my life, my father has kept me hidden from the outside world. Everything I wanted, he provided... Except to interact with people and live outside the walls of my wing in his mansion. All of a sudden, one night, he wants us to leave everything behind and flee. Flee from what? He won't say. Until strange men barge in and the leader of them has the face of the monster who has plagued my dreams every night for a decade. And then the monster proclaimed me his mate and took me away from the world I’ve ever known.

Charlotte Winston is an omega who gets abused by her pack members. She is twenty years old and still hasn't heard from her wolf. She thinks she's wolfless that is until one rainy day. Damon Massimo still hasn't found his mate until a visit to Charlotte's pack changed that but he doesn't want an omega as his Luna. "Just say you reject me," I told him ignoring the lump in my throat. I can't cry not in front of Damon. He looks at me with a sadistic smirk, he traps me in between his arms and whispers, "Who said I was going to reject you Cara?" he asked with venom in his voice, "No, I'm not going to reject you but I'm going to show the moon Goddes that if she thinks it's funny to give me an omega as my Luna she's playing a prank on the wrong Alpha," he finished looking at me with disgust.

Elsa is a werewolf with alpha blood separated from her pack after years of war. Her inability to shift from a childhood trauma causes the other werewolves to segregate her, believing her to be a human. Unable to shift to her wolf form until she is almost at capture point after a raid. Damian has a soft spot for her, helping her all the years they have known each other. Protecting her from both their attacks and human, but she is yet to realize her feeling for him with her wolf locked deep within her. Things only take an unlikely turn when they catch the eye of a harsh alpha’s beta, Caspian, who wants them to join his alpha’s pack. Their refusal fuels his hate for them, more when he loses his men trying to fight them. Does things get worse for Elsa when everyone realizes she is a Luna in the making, or Caspian failure bodes more than just the tip of a few men dying?

Run, Run, RUN. Don’t stop. The night was falling and like the creatures of the day, I needed to hide. My heart is thundering in my chest, echoing the sounds of the war that rage from the fields of my once loved home. That was before the coven came. Surprising us and taking my home and pack. The attack happened so quickly that no one was ready. We had no warning and after hours of waiting I was found. I had to run. Don't stop running. “CRACK” the current of magic shoots by and hits the tree to my left, my bare feet crunching the earth hard and fast. My small heart fluttering faster than a hummingbird's wings, my once sparkling beautiful dress is no more. It’s tattered, dirty, and torn. The edges burnt to a crisp and coated in blood from bodies of the battlefield that I raced away from. “Come here little wolfie,” a harsh raspy voice calls out cutting through the trees I hide quickly behind a tree to take cover to breathe, “I just want a little chat!” He calls singsong like, taunting me. He wants to find me to kill me. Ducking further behind my tree I hold my breath, my young body shaking with so much force my bones ache. Holding my breath and closing my eyes hoping for safety that surely won’t come. At only 11 years of age, I can’t fight this grown warlock... he will surely kill me like he did my parents... “Wolfie princess, where are you?” He mimics the rhythm of a child’s tune, as if I’d listen. Closing my eyes tighter I don’t want to die. I’m too young. My mind is racing, and my hearts bound t....

Aerian – I was left on the doorstep of a woman as a newborn. My parents clearly did not want me. I am an angel, more precisely I am a dark angel. Instead of the normal white wings and feathers mine are black. The woman who raised me until I was 16 explained that I was special that I needed to be protected. She was also killed the next day. They were looking for me. I have been on my own since. I have been hiding in Maine for the last few months. I have kept to myself but apparently that was not enough to keep me from finding my mate. I will not give in to this bond. My life depends on keeping under the radar! Ruairi – I found her! I came across my mate working in one of my restaurants. She also happens to be the head chef. She has been avoiding me since I first came across her. I caught her cardamon and coffee scent called to me. There was another scent letting me know that she was a fellow supernatural, but I had never smelt that scent before. When I find her being held captive I know then and there that she needs my protection. She somehow escapes. She is determined to hide from me, but she underestimates me. What she does not know is that alpha’s love the hunt!

An Omega abused by the pack who found her, knowing nothing of her old pack. All she wants is for it to end. An Alpha who was known everywhere as a man whore before he even took the title. He wants his mate but will she even give him a chance?

On Valentine’s Day, my girlfriend Florence Higgins was rushed to the hospital after accidentally eating undercooked wild mushrooms. Half-conscious on the hospital bed, she murmured, “Michael… I owed you too much. If my family’s company hadn’t been on the brink of collapse, you wouldn’t have left, and I wouldn’t have ended up with Noah.” I am Noah Owens. As for Michael Connor, he was the love of her life. The one she cherished most during her youth. What she seemed to forget was that when her family’s company was about to collapse, Michael had been the first to walk away. During those seven years, I was the one who helped revive her company, the one who stayed by her side. I believed she might eventually have a change of heart, but I never expected her to abort our child for the sake of her first love. At that moment, I finally understood that you can’t force warmth where there is none.

"What are you?" His soft blue eyes leveled in on me I cowered back in fear. The question reeled me in, clasping my thoughts. What was I? Avara Dimitri flees her burnt-down orphanage home with her, not so related brother, Corey. Finding refuge in an abandoned home in the woods, Avara unknowingly disrespects a newly crowned and cold Alpha, Enzo West. The wage for her sin is death but he simply can't kill her and he finds out he lays his eyes on her. But surprisingly, that's not all there is to Avara. She deserves more than that. She is more than that.

Three years ago, she was hurt by a man she loved deeply, leaving her to go through marriage alone. Three years later, she was reborn beautifully. She said with a smile, "What is a husband? I don't need one." The gaze of the man behind her sank and his thin lips curled into two sharp knives : "Elaine, do you dare to say that again?"

I hadn't seen my mafia husband, Luca Moretti, and our daughter Dora in three whole months. Why? Because his mother, Fiona, said Dora should stay with her "for a while." And Luca? He was "too busy with business," as always. So when Luca finally called and said he was going to pick me up for a family reunion at the villa, I was overjoyed. I thought maybe, just maybe, I'd finally get to hold my little girl again. I spent the whole damn day running around the city, buying her favorite dolls, snacks, a new pink dress, anything I thought would make her smile at me again. But when the car arrived, it wasn't what I imagined. Before I could even say Hi, Dora turned her head, took one look at me… and then wrapped her arms even tighter around Maria, the maid. She buried her face in Maria's neck like I wasn't even there. Like Maria was her mom. I tried to approach her, but Dora straight-up told me she didn't want to ride in the same car as me. And Maria, wearing that fake, polite smile, kept trying to gently talk me into giving Dora "a little more time." I looked over at Luca, hoping he'd step in. Instead, he just looked annoyed, like he couldn't be bothered to lift a finger to help fix things between me and our daughter. Clearly, they didn't want me there. So what was the point of trying to join the ride? I stepped back from the SUV. Then Luca just turned to me and said, "Just wait here. I won't be long." What he'll never understand is… I'm done waiting for him.