Coral Crystal Mhw

“You must be fooling yourself if you think I would accept being mated to a filthy, wolfless omega like you. Let’s cut to the chase and get to it. I, Xavier, future Alpha of Crystal Pack, reject you as my mate.” Xavier said and threw me to the ground. “Pathetic!” With one last disgusted glance, he left the room. *********** Abused and disregarded by the entire pack members, her adoptive parents, and her twin sister, who loathes her. Ariana endured all of this, hoping for a better life when she finally meets her mate. But when she is rejected by the one person she has waited for all her life, Ariana is heartbroken and plots to escape and start a new life of freedom, but fate has other plans for her. When Alpha Arthur comes to trade for omegas, and Ariana is brought forward as the last omega, she discovers she has been given a second chance mate. Arthur, the ruthless Alpha King who doesn’t believe in love but sees it as a weakness to his legacy, and a fragile, wolfless omega who happens to be his mate and maid. Can these two ignore the pull that keeps drawing them closer? Can Ariana break through the cold-iced heart of Arthur and bring warmth into it? Arthur is related to Ariana’s painful past. Will she claim her rightful place as his Luna at Shadow Howl Pack or let the consequences of their past destroy her forever?

The unnatural heat flooding my veins, the unfamiliar ache low in my belly - I was in heat for the very first time. And Kai had sensed it instantly. "Please..." The whispered plea fell unbidden from my lips. A pleased rumble reverberated in Kai's broad chest. "What do you want?" His voice was guttural, laced with desire and command. "Say it." My throat constricted around the shameful words. But my wolf, Crystal, shoved them out. "I... I want you. Please!" Kai's hungry look intensified. "Please what?" "Take me..." It was part sob, part moan. "Make me yours!" ... Betrayed... Sold... And Rejected... Tracy finally ran away from the cold alpha who despised her for being his mate when she realized she was carrying his child. Three years later, Tracy had built her dream life, better and stronger. But what would happen to her little perfect world when Alpha Kai finally found her? ... Only after Tracy left did Alpha Kai realizes she was his true mate and not some gold digger planted by the elders after his throne. Regretting his coldness towards her, Kai chased her back. But Tracy was now a sophisticated single mother who had lots of men groveling for her attention. Would she forgive and accept him back?

She was afraid to fall in love. He never lowered the walls of his heart, afraid to face betrayal. Both were busy chasing away the demons of their sleepless nights not knowing when their lives entangled and they crashed into each other, seeking solace from the treacherous world. Valerie Ambrose bumped into Damon Lysander at a downtown club. Eyes met, sparks flew, heat rose, and they ended up having a one-night stand. _ "I don't have cash on me. I forgot my wallet." He slurred, his crystal blue eyes bloodshot red as he stared directly into my eyes, for a moment I thought he was sober, but then he leaned in and whispered in my ear, his breath fanning my neck. "Now are you still interested?" Although the music was blasting through the speakers, but I caught up on his hidden implication. I shook my head in exhaustion "You're drunk Damon. Come I will drop you home." "I don't want to go back there. It hurts Val." He mumbled dryly, but his moist eyes said it all, and I couldn't help but pity him. When I failed to respond he pressed his lips to the side of my neck and inhaled deeply. "Please don't leave me alone." He was barely audible and looked like a mess, a beautiful mess. "I can't bear this anymore." And with that said, he pressed his lips to mine.

"Are you sure you can get out of this trap, Arka? The trap you created for yourself long ago." The sentence haunted Arka's mind every time he looked at the woman who was now sitting gracefully on his lap. Amidst the glimmer of crystal lamps and the sheen of a gold dress, his ex-wife, Kania, looked like a queen who had just reclaimed her throne. Arka knew they were no longer bound by a sacred vow. Their divorce was final, signed on stamped paper years ago. Yet, in this private room, with the aroma of whiskey and Kania's challenging gaze, Arka once again became the helpless, foolish man. Tonight was supposed to be the celebration of his new engagement. He was supposed to be celebrating a new chapter. But Kania's presence in the private lounge, in a high-slit dress that showed off her long legs, had ruined everything. "You didn't have to come, Kania," Arka hissed, his voice choked. Kania smiled cynically, caressing Arka's jaw with her cold fingers. "You're right, darling. I didn't have to come. But I had to make sure of one thing: that your heart... still belongs to me, just like before." It turned out that getting out of the marriage was much easier than getting out of his ex-wife's love. Will Arka continue his engagement? Or will he return to his ex-wife?

In the quiet depths of her gaze, simmering beneath a facade of submission, lies a beta daughter, Abbey, harboring a burning desire for retribution. Once entwined in the Alpha male's embrace, she now feels the sting of betrayal and oppression. Her movements are measured, her demeanor demure, yet her mind churns with schemes of vengeance. She observes with calculating eyes, biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back at the one who killed her parent in cold blood, destroyed her pack, and left her friend Charity homeless and visionless. With each passing day, Abbey's resolve strengthens, fueled by memories of his cruelty and disdain. She knows that to reclaim her dignity, she must outwit the very one who is her mate, the love of her life. Though a wolf's crystal is not in conformity with this idea, her thirst for vengeance overshadows her love. Behind closed doors, Abbey plots in secrecy, weaving a web of deception and manipulation. She understands the intricacies of power dynamics, using her wit and cunning to undermine his authority while maintaining the illusion of subservience. As tension between them simmers, she bides her time, waiting for the opportune moment to unleash her vengeance upon Alpha Jemery. The question remains: will Abbey forgive Jemery for what he did to her pack members, parent, and Charity's pack, and become his mate? Or will she let vengeance consume her?

After Dad cheated and divorced Mom, I did not choose Mom, who walked away with nothing. Instead, I chose Dad, who clearly favored his illegitimate son, Oliver Brooks. It was only because after their divorce, Mom's obsession with reconciliation romance novels got me killed twice. In my first life, Mom was so desperate for Dad's respect that she willingly gave up everything in the divorce just to take me with her. In the end, my heart condition flared up, and without money for treatment, I died in agony on that hospital bed. In my second life, I went against Mom's wishes and asked Dad for the surgery money upfront. However, Mom was hell-bent on pushing Dad onto a so-called redemption path, forced me to go bungee jumping the day before my surgery. Dad tried to stop me from jumping, but he was speeding and ended up in a fatal car crash. Mom blamed everything on me. With pure hatred in her eyes, she shoved me off that cliff. "Useless piece of trash! Not only can't you help me win your father back, but you got him killed too. You might as well die with him!" That moment made everything crystal clear: Mom never actually loved me. She just saw me as a tool to get Dad back. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mom demanded a divorce from Dad, for the third time.

He thinks I'm his problem. He doesn't know I'm his destiny. The night I ran, I was nothing but a broken girl fleeing a fate worse than death. My family, the Crystal Lake Betas, deemed me a wolfless defect and planned to use me for breeding stock. But on my escape, a moment of reckless desperation led me into the arms of Alpha Luciano Westwood, the most formidable male in the territories... and he rejected our undeniable mate bond, leaving me shattered and on the run. Months later, I’ve found fragile peace, living secretly among humans, but the Alpha who broke my heart can't forget my scent. Luciano, haunted by regret and a primal obsession, tracks me down, suspecting I'm a pawn in a pack war. He is determined to force me into his protection, initiating a dangerous game of forced proximity where every shared breath sharpens the tension between us. As the Alpha struggles to reconcile his suspicions with the raging desire of the mate bond, I discover the truth: those crystals weren't suppressing a defect - they were holding back a Prime Wolf, an ancient, elemental power ready to be unleashed. Now, the one male who once scorned me is the only one strong enough to stand by my side. Luciano rejected the weak girl. Can he command the weapon I've become? "I’ll just have the usual, Alanza. I’m not running from trouble this time."

On the day of the mating ceremony, a crazed witch bursts in and points straight at me, shrieking, "Six years later, your Alpha will betray you!" Troy Hudson, my soon-to-be mate, turns livid. He swats the purple-glowing crystal ball from her hand, shattering it on the floor. "Nonsense! Estelle is my fated mate! I'll only ever love her in this lifetime!" After that, he becomes even more devoted to me. At the Moon Goddess' altar, he drapes the Luna shawl over my shoulders. He marks me with his scent so the entire pack knows I belong to him. Every full moon, he deepens the mark on my neck, whispering that I am his forever. I believe his love is unbreakable until our sixth anniversary. A box waits at our front door. Inside lies a pair of lace panties and a photograph. In the photo, Troy is pressed over his foster sister, Rue Youngblood, the wolf tattoo on his body glowing faintly. His hand grips her waist, his eyes burning with the same heat I've dreamed of a million times. And Rue? She's wearing that same pair of panties. On the back of the photo, written in ink as red as blood, is a line of pure provocation. "The Alpha's heart may belong to you, but his body belongs to me." Agony ripped through my chest, yet not a single tear fell. Instead, I rest my hand on my belly and quietly send word to the Witch Association. "I accept your invitation. Please help me vanish."

"I can't accept a liar as my mate even if you are the almighty Alpha Gregor!" Eleanor glared at the only man that captured her heart. "And you think you can escape? You can try!" His magnetic voice was low yet it instills fear in anyone who hears it. But not for Eleanor Rigby... the strong, powerful, and kind but a little innocent warrior. The only daughter of Beta Rigby and a fierce female warrior of the Blue Crystal Pack. She had various rejections of suitors because she felt they were too arrogant not until she saved the arrogant and ruthless Alpha Gregor of the Red Blood Pack who she thought was a helpless omega who happened to be her mate too. He was set up by his trusted gamma and was almost killed but narrowly escaped due to the quick intervention of Eleanor. When he woke up and found out that Eleanor was his mate and enemy, he decided to hide his identity and know more about her. Tragedy struck when Eleanor found out his real identity but unfortunately for her, she had already allowed him to mark her. Notwithstanding, she was determined to reject him and face the consequences but before she could, Alpha Gregor knocked her out and took her to his pack as his captive. His special captive. Filled with anger and hatred, Eleanor tried to escape but she had to face betrayals from people closest to her and at the end he was the only one with her. Will she give him another chance or will she continue with her plan of escape and possible revenge?

On Christmas Eve, my parents and my fiancé, Ivano Dominici, finally agree to accompany me to Iberion to see the aurora. But when I arrive there, they never show up no matter how long I wait. I send messages to ask. They reply helplessly that something urgent has come up at the last minute and tell me to go to the observation point and wait. I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages. I stare at the screen for a long time without moving. This is not the first time they break their promise to me because of Giada. But this time, I do not argue or make a scene. I simply type and send one line calmly in the comments, "I wish your family of four a Merry Christmas." I finally let go of my obsession and stop waiting for people who will never come to me. But when I quietly step away, the ones who cannot let go turn out to be them.