Dahlia Hawthorne

I waggled into my cottage and I opened the door. I found a stranger inside and I jerked out in fear. My amethyst eyes glowed in defence to protect my territory since it was marked. "Who the hell are you!" I yelled indignantly in frustration as emotions churned up in my chest. "I am Aryan Delcour, am sorry I stumbled upon your cottage. I was simply passing by" He retorted unfazed. His chest tightened afterwards and his jaw was clenched. A part of him knew that he had trespassed for sure, so he felt contritely at the moment. My eyes were fixated on his packs since he was just in shorts and I almost stuttered. I waggled closer to him fortuitously. "Is this the impact of the bond under moonlight?!" I pondered to myself in a perturbed manner. I knew that I had always resisted the urge to have a mate and bond with him under moonlight but not this time! Not when I was drunk and heartbroken! Dahlia Hyacinth, an Omega from the Loodwig Crescent pack ends up having a one night stand, fortuitously with an alpha, Aryan Delcour who was a stranger. It was the irrefutable impact of bonding under the moonlight and there were solid factors that caused her not to resist; From being dead drunk to being horny naturally under the moonlight. She gets banished from her pack by her father, the alpha of the pack she was in. While she tries to live a fresh start with her quadruplets cute babies all werewolves, the alpha shows up at her doorsteps living her mesmerized. Would she gets entangled in his world filled with love, conflict, war and myth?

"You kill so wonderfully well, little Raven," he murmured, his voice incredibly smooth, "but you did a terrible job hiding yourself. That beautiful scent of yours... wood, jasmine, and blood. It's unmistakable." Thirteen years ago, ten-year-old Romy Hawthorne hid in the vineyard and watched the Supreme Alpha, Rowan Ashwing-Kael Vexley, pull a bloodied blade from her sister’s chest as her home burned. Now, Romy is "Viper"—a lethal, wolf-less assassin. When a twenty-million-dollar bounty drops on the man known as the Beast of Flames, she eagerly takes the job. Her mission: infiltrate his territory, plunge a silver knife into his heart, and avenge her family. But her target is a dangerously powerful Fire Lord who has spent the last decade hunting the real syndicate that murdered his fiancée. When Romy breaks into his stronghold, he doesn't find a victim, he finds the surviving little sister of the woman he lost. And to their absolute horror, she is his fated mate. Bound by an agonizing supernatural tether where every ounce of physical pain she inflicts on him is violently mirrored in her own body, Romy is completely trapped. With enemies closing in, she must make a choice: Will she fulfill her lifelong vow and kill the monster who ruined her life? Or will she surrender to the intoxicating fire of the Alpha who would burn the world down to keep her safe? #Enemies to Lovers #Fated Mates #Assassin/Alpha #Touch Her and Die #Revenge #Forced Proximity, #Misunderstanding #Hidden Identity #Steamy.

Synopsis/Blurb In the quaint town of Silverwood Falls, nestled deep within the misty forests of the Pacific Northwest, lies a secret as old as time itself. Under the enchanting light of the full moon, a hidden clan of werewolves roams the ancient woods, their existence shrouded in mystery and myth. Enter Emily Hawthorne, a spirited botanist with a passion for unraveling the town's rich tapestry of folklore. When Emily stumbles upon cryptic clues hinting at the presence of supernatural beings lurking in the shadows, her insatiable curiosity is piqued. Determined to uncover the truth, Emily enlists the help of her childhood friend, Liam Grayson, and the enigmatic Isabella Cruz, owner of the town's occult bookstore. As Emily delves deeper into the town's dark past, she discovers a sinister plot brewing beneath the surface. Gabriel Blackwood, the charismatic CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, has set his sights on Silverwood Falls, intent on exploiting its supernatural heritage for his own gain. With the help of his ruthless enforcer, Marcus Reed, Gabriel will stop at nothing to bend the werewolves to his will and harness their powers for profit. Caught in the crossfire of greed and preservation, Emily finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse. With the help of Detective James Miller, a skeptical but open-minded investigator, Emily races against time to protect the werewolves and uncover the truth behind Silverwood Falls' hidden secrets. But as tensions escalate and betrayals abound, Emily soon realizes that not everyone is who they seem. With enemies lurking around every corner and the full moon looming overhead, Emily must summon all of her courage and cunning to survive the whispers of the moon's spell and emerge victorious in the battle for Silverwood Falls' soul.

Late one night after getting off work, I was scrolling through my company group chat when a colleague shared a piece of news. The headline was horrifying. "Night-Shift Courier Murdered During Delivery, Police Suspect Robbery." I zoomed in on the crime scene photo that had been partially pixelated, and a chill ran straight down my spine. Lying in a pool of blood, the courier who had been hacked to death was unmistakably me. I had scrolled into news of my own death. Almost at the same time, my delivery app began vibrating violently. "Urgent pickup! Destination: Unit 704 Hawthorne Ridge Apartments, Building 7. Time limit: 15 minutes. Penalty for timeout: Death." As I stared at the notification that read "Pickup failed three times", the searing pain of my brutal death surged through my body. So that was it. I had already died three times. When I forced open the half-closed security door of 704 for the fourth time, a thin delivery envelope lay quietly inside. I tore it open. A photograph slipped out. It was a picture of my dismembered body. The timestamp showed tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. On the back was a single line written in fresh blood: "Next time, remember to pick it up on time." At that moment, the red indicator light on the hallway surveillance camera suddenly went dark. I looked up. From the ventilation opening in the exact same spot, a single eye was staring straight at me. The mole at the corner of that eye was identical to mine.

"I, Grace Hawthorne reject Logan Harper,” I announced with steel in my voice. The hall fell into deep silence, I could hear the sound of sweat dripping from Logan’s forehead or my father’s increasing heartbeat. Logan's face contorted with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "Grace, what are you doing? This is our wedding!" “Not anymore. I reject you.” I announced once again. My father, Daniel, standing nearby, was seething with rage. He stepped forward, his face contorted with fury. In a fit of madness, he raised a hand as if to strike me, but before he could make contact, a commanding voice rang out, stopping him in his tracks. "How dare you lay a hand on my Mate?" Xander had appeared in a flash of power, his presence filling the room. His eyes bore into Daniel’s with an intensity that sent a chill down everyone's spine. Everyone’s face paled seeing the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, anger rushed through Daniel’s features and he roared. "Not your mate, she is my daughter." Xander cut him off with a wave of his hand. "You dare to touch what’s mine and I will show you what a real Alpha can do for his mate." Xander’s growl had an intensity that shook even The wolf council. His deep blue eyes bored into mine and a slow smile grazed his features, he gestured to me to come toward him and I did. “Miss me Darling.” he purred, and a chill ran down my spine.

“Be a good girl and cry for Daddy, would you? I want your tears slicking down my cock.” Lazarus’s voice rolled out in a deep, dangerous growl as his hands clamped tight on either side of her head, ready to force his thick shaft down her throat whether she begged for it or not. “Oh—my… go—” Dahlia's gasps broke into desperate, needy sobs, her doe-like, tear-glossed eyes locked on him as she offered herself up to the most dangerous man she’d ever meet. The love of her life and the one who could take it away without mercy. Lazarus Thorn. ~ Daliha, the wolfless daughter of the Moonfang pack’s Alpha has always lived a life of blame and rejection. Years ago, she was tasked with watching her younger brother, but she got distracted, and he vanished without a trace. Despite relentless searches, he was never found and was presumed dead. The loss broke her mother, who fell into despair and passed away soon after. Her father, consumed by grief, blamed Daliha, and the pack followed his lead. Even her sister, Coralie, turned against her. Years later, the only person she thought she could rely on, her mate, betrayed her, cheating on her with her one and only friend, Marielle , shattering what little trust she had left. Now, with her father’s debts weighing heavily on her, Daliha has been sold to the infamous Devil king feared for his cruelty and rumored to be a heartless monster who only knew how to destroy and pillage, forcing her into a future darker than the past she’s endured. Will she fall into the depths of despair or rise against ashes. Read to find out.

By the third year of my marriage to Daniel Hawthorne, the war had already taken more than it ever returned, and this time it took his younger brother, Thomas Hawthorne. My sister-in-law, Eleanor, collapsed, and in the weeks that followed she tried to follow her husband into death— once with sleeping pills, once by the river beyond the officers’ quarters— only to be dragged back both times, each time clinging to me afterward as though I were the last thing keeping her grounded. I stayed with her, wiped her tears, and whispered that Thomas would want her to live, until the day she received the test results confirming she was three months pregnant, and the grief of losing her husband was slowly softened by the arrival of new life. I smiled too, believing grief had finally loosened its grip. That night, holding my own pregnancy test in my hand and thinking it was finally time to tell Daniel, I passed the study and heard his friend say quietly, “She’s carrying your child. You convinced the doctors to adjust the timeline so everyone would believe the baby belonged to your brother. Aren’t you afraid Margaret will find out?” Daniel didn’t hesitate. “She won’t,” he said calmly. “She loves me. She wouldn’t leave. I won’t let her know.” I didn’t step inside. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I opened the letter I had received weeks earlier— an official deployment order from the international medical corps, assigning me to a frontline war zone— and tapped Accept.

There's an unspoken rule in my household—everyone has to engage in a drinking competition during the holidays. Whoever gets wasted first will have to pay off one year's worth of house and car mortgages for the other two siblings. In the first year, I collapsed after my first glass of alcohol. I had to pay the house mortgage for my oldest sister, Dahlia Zeller. In the second year, as soon as I picked up my glass, I fainted right away. Since then, I had to pay off Jasmine Zeller, my second sister's car loan. For the next 20 years, I've always been the loser. In the end, my wife, Jean McCarthy, is forced to jump off a building because of the huge debt I've racked up. The debtors keep dumping paint onto my residence, forcing me to deter away from it. Ransacked by guilt, I end up damaging my stomach from overdrinking when I attempt to train my alcohol tolerance. As a result, half of my liver has gotten removed. When I'm on the verge of death, I hear my parents snickering outside my ward. "Don't you think we've laced too many sleeping pills in his drink? He almost didn't wake up back then!" "It's fine. He's an idiot who merely thinks he has a low alcohol tolerance. Our family still relies on him for financial survival, you see. We can keep drugging him so that he'll keep getting wasted." When I open my eyes again, I've already gotten reborn in the timeframe when I'm sitting at the dining table in the 20th year.

‘Callie,’ he began, his voice husky, ‘crying over your ex-boyfriend won’t solve anything.’ Confusion etched across her face, Callie furrowed her brows. ‘Then what will? ’ she demanded, her voice tinged with frustration. Elias leaned closer, his warm breath caressing her cheek. ‘You need to show him what he’s lost. Find a man who’s more handsome, more powerful, and richer than him. Then, make a grand entrance into his life with your new partner.’ Callie scoffed, her eyes rolling in disbelief. ‘Where am I supposed to find someone like that? ’ Elias’s fingers gently lifted her chin, locking their gazes together. ‘I can be that man,’ he said. ‘If you agree to be with me, I’ll protect you from any harm, including your ex-boyfriend.’ ********************************************** Elias Westwood, billionaire heir turned professional solider, a commanding presence on the battlefield, conceals a tender heart that beats for only one woman——Callie Hawthorne, a fearless surgical resident, possesses an innocent charm and wields her skills like a warrior in the operating theatre. Their first encounter thrusts them into a dangerous game of deception. Elias uses Callie as a pawn, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, fooling his pursuers. In that moment, Callie feels the allure of the enigmatic soldier, and a strange connection sparks between them. An impulsive decision seals their fate—a hasty marriage to escape an arranged union and prove Callie’s readiness to move on from a past love. Little did they know, this act would propel them onto an unforeseen path. Will Elias and Callie emerge unscathed from the shadows, or will their sacrifices shatter their dreams forever? Discover their fight for a future filled with hope, trust, and the promise of a happy ending.

Durante la noche de mi boda, fui llevada de urgencia al hospital en una ambulancia después de que un condón manipulado me dejara con un dolor insoportable. La cirugía duró más de veinticuatro horas, y la noticia se propagó como pólvora. Mi esposo, Alexander, hizo saber que cualquiera que lograra fotografiarme en mi estado postoperatorio sería recompensado con diez millones de dólares. De la noche a la mañana, pasé de ser la nueva esposa de un multimillonario a convertirme en el hazmerreír de todos los círculos de élite de New Paradise. Al día siguiente, Dahlia, el amor de la infancia de Alexander, apareció en mi puerta. Fue entonces cuando descubrí la verdad: ella había cubierto el condón con un adhesivo de uso industrial como parte de lo que ella llamó un «experimento social». No mostró ni una pizca de remordimiento. Su tono era frívolo y cruel: —Solo fue un experimento. O sea, ¿cómo se suponía que iba a saber que reaccionarías así? Además, ambas sabemos que nunca fuiste lo suficientemente buena para Alexander. Así que deja de fingir. Alexander se quedó a su lado, con la mirada fría y desdeñosa: —Si no fuera por el contrato matrimonial, nadie te habría tocado. Lo sabes, ¿verdad? Lo que él no sabía era que la mujer a la que estaba llamando zorra le había salvado la vida más veces de las que podía contar.