Distinguishing Marks

A LUNA FOR TWO ALPHAS (She Belongs To Us Not Him) BLURB “I, Adriana Butterton, rejec-” the words barely left her lips before they attacked. Like a beast hunting a prey Tyler grips her throat cutting off sounds from producing before digging his fangs into her neck. Ryler follows suit sinking his fangs into the other side of her neck. “No, let go!!!” she screams, thrashing her feet beneath them. They just signed their death. ** Adriana Butterton, a young wolf who ran away from home after her father disowned her in favour of her step sister. Now hiding away in a whole new pack, the last thing she expects is to meet her mate. Or should I say mates? The two most powerful Alpha in the whole five packs residing in America, Tyler and his twin, Ryler Chase. Scared for their lives she resorts to rejecting them, something they don't accept. Forcing both their marks on her. But they don't know what she knows. They don't know that any man who tries to claim her dies. The head of her ex buried four feet under the earth can attest to that. Now they have marked her when she already belongs to another. Death is coming after them yet they have no idea. Betrayal, pain, love, heart break, and death seeks to break them apart. Will they ever be able to outrun death or worse overcome it? Or will the same fate that befall her ex become theirs too? What exactly claimed her or is it who?

Jessica thought she’d left the Moonfury Pack and all it's pain behind. Cast out by her cruel alpha ex, she built a quiet, human life in the city, far from the betrayals and dominance games of wolfkind. But when her beloved grandmother dies unexpectedly, Jessica is drawn back to the one place she swore never to return. Grief quickly gives way to shock when she learns the truth: her grandmother’s death has awakened a legacy Jessica never knew she carried. An ancient prophecy marks her as a rare and powerful mate—destined to change the fate of the packs forever. And fate, it seems, wastes no time. Four alphas, each dangerously handsome, each with their own secrets, are drawn to her in ways that defy logic and ignite something deep within her. But desire comes with danger, and every pack has its enemies. To survive, Jessica must untangle the mystery of her lineage, decide who she can trust, and confront the pack politics she once fled. The heart doesn’t always follow the rules of the pack. And neither does Jessica.

What happens when the veil opens for someone it shouldn’t? Kaida St. Claire always thought she was just an ordinary girl, living quietly with her grandmother in a small town. But suddenly, on a day that marks the beginning of a sudden shift in the earth, she stumbles into a forest that shouldn't exist, the one that plagues her dreams, surrounded by tall trees and an ancient-looking building standing strong in the centre. Ashveil Pack. The veil that guards it has never opened for anyone, not in over a hundred years, without the Alpha’s permission. Yet, it doesn’t burn Kaida when she reaches the boundaries. Instead, it welcomes her. And the Alpha isn’t pleased. Alpha Kellan has lost a mate before and blames himself for it. He won’t taint the memories he has of her by accepting a second-chance mate, especially not with a girl with secrets in her blood. But the pull between them is undeniable. Dangerous. Kaida was never supposed to survive the purge of her bloodline. And now that she is back, seemingly clueless about who she is, every pack wants her dead. But more importantly, someone inside the Ashveil pack is already trying.

In the remote town of Black Hollow, death wears the mask of wolves—but the truth is far darker. Dr. Evelyn Hart, a brilliant but skeptical forensic pathologist, is sent from the city to investigate a string of brutal killings. The townsfolk whisper about curses, ancient legends, and a beast that stalks beneath the full moon. Evelyn trusts science, not superstition. But when claw marks gouge trees higher than any wolf could reach, when the dead are crushed with impossible force, and when glowing eyes stare back at her in the forest, her certainty begins to fracture. Drawn into a chilling web of blood, folklore, and fate, Evelyn discovers she bears a mark older than the town itself—a mark that ties her to a man both dangerous and magnetic, a man who claims she was destined to be his mate. As her body betrays her and the wolf within claws free, she must choose: cling to the human life she built… or embrace the monstrous destiny that waits under the moon.

What happens when the past comes back to haunt you... but prettier? --- Eleven years ago, Anastasia Hayes ran from Pack Eviscera with blood on her hands and guilt burning in her throat, swearing she'd bury the past beneath ambition and cold distance. Now a rising lawyer with power in her stride and secrets buried underneath a cold exterior, Ana thinks she's untouchable. Until her heat hits, wrong place, worst time, in a hotel room far from home. Desperate and delirious, she does the unthinkable. She marks a Dominant Alpha. A stranger. In a world where Omegas are silenced, sold, and shamed, claiming an Alpha could get her killed or worse… claimed back. But what she doesn't know is: The Alpha isn’t a stranger. He’s the one person she was never meant to touch. The boy she left behind, now a man; and not just any man, but the Bratva’s king. What could possibly go wrong? Right? *** “Tit for tat peaches.” he murmured, dragging his thumb over my bottom lips, “You let me do what I want, where I want it, how I want it, and I'll do what you ask.” My breath hitched, “What are you talking about? You know I can't…” Hermes sighed and began to turn away, “Deals off then.” “Wait!” I grabbed his hand before he could make another step. “Hermes…let's bargain okay…?” He grinned, leaned in so the heat of his breath brushed my ear, “No can't do, Peaches…” his fingers slipped under my waistband. I whimpered. “Now I get to ruin you back.”

Als mich der Verbrecher zu Tode folterte, war ich im dritten Monat schwanger. Doch mein Ehemann Mark – der bekannteste Detektiv der Stadt – war im Krankenhaus bei seiner ersten Liebe Emma und begleitete sie zu ihrer medizinischen Untersuchung. Vor drei Tagen hatte er von mir verlangt, Emma eine Niere zu spenden. Als ich mich weigerte und sagte, ich sei im zweiten Monat schwanger von unserem Kind, wurde sein Blick eisig. „Hör auf zu lügen“, fauchte er. „Du bist einfach nur egoistisch und willst Emma sterben lassen.“ Er hielt auf der dunklen Landstraße an. „Steig aus“, befahl er. „Lauf nach Hause, wenn du schon so herzlos bist.“ Ich blieb in der Dunkelheit zurück und wurde von dem rachsüchtigen Verbrecher entführt, den Mark einst ins Gefängnis gebracht hatte. Er schnitt mir die Zunge heraus. Mit grausamer Genugtuung benutzte er mein Handy, um meinen Mann anzurufen. Marks Antwort war kurz und kalt: „Ganz egal, was es ist, Emmas ärztliche Untersuchung ist wichtiger! Sie braucht mich jetzt.“ Der Verbrecher ließ ein finsteres Lachen hören. "Na, na... Anscheinend schätzt der großartige Detektiv das Leben seiner Ex-Partnerin höher als das seiner Ehefrau. Als Mark Stunden später am Tatort eintraf, war er entsetzt über die Grausamkeit, die dem Leichnam angetan worden war. Er verurteilte wütend den Mörder, weil er eine Schwangere so grausam behandelt hatte. Doch er erkannte nicht, dass die verstümmelte Leiche vor ihm seine eigene Frau war – mich.

To help my sterile Alpha mate Marcus Blackwood conceive an heir, I had used many hormone injections. My belly was covered with purple bruise marks from all the needle punctures. But after our son Connor was born, he was very weak and even ran much slower than the other pups. Marcus looked at Conner coldly and snarled at me, "It's all your rotten bloodline! You've brought shame to the Blackwood pack!" Later, he held his mistress Scarlett's pup—a three-year-old pup who was strong enough to beat an eight-year-old pup—and publicly rewarded Scarlett with a new Porsche. But when my five-year-old Connor accidentally knocked over his milk, Marcus kicked him in the chest and called him worthless. He even locked my son, who was afraid of the dark, alone in the drafty woodshed at the countryside estate during winter. Every day, Connor got only one bowl of spoiled food, until he starved to death. When I found Connor, his small body was already ice-cold, still clutching the family portrait I had drawn for him in his little hands. After that, Marcus tortured me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at our engagement party. Marcus publicly took Scarlett's hand in front of everyone. "I’m breaking off my engagement with Hazel Whitmore! She is just a foolish she-wolf who can only birth idiots! Scarlett is the one I love!" I realized that he was also reborn. He wanted to humiliate me in front of everyone again. But he didn't know that without my exclusive genetic healing technology, he would remain childless for this entire lifetime.