Does Otherworld Have Food

I applied for a popular online job as a personal chef. I thought I'd be cooking simple, home-style meals, but I quickly found myself trapped in a world of surprises. The food they were craving was me, served on a platter. The wealthy women were looking for excitement, torturing me night after night. But what they didn't realize was, the real thrill came when the dogs turned on each other.

“She’s my mate, I’m not letting you have her,” Dante growls, his eyes deadly and dangerous, his powerful aura suffocating as he seethes, staring down his Alpha. “She’s my wife, I already have her. Back off— Beta,” Dominic replies coldly, calm and confident , a silent yet powerful aura radiating around him. Elora’s heart throbs as she watches both men fight over her. They’re both jealous and each want to have her to themselves, so how does she let them know that what she wants is to have both of them?

I thought marrying the Alpha would finally give me a place in the pack. I was wrong. On the night we were bound, he rejected me. Not in private. Not with mercy. He tore the mate bond apart before the entire pack and accused me of carrying another man’s child. I was stripped of my title, cast out, and left to survive alone while pregnant with the very heir he denied. I should have died in those woods. Instead, I was found by something far more dangerous than an Alpha. The Direwolf Alpha is feared by every pack. Exiled. Scarred. Ruthless. He does not follow pack law or bow to fate. When he looks at me, he does not see a weak, wolf-less woman or a burdened womb. He sees something worth claiming. As my body changes, so does everything I believed about myself. The wolf I was told I did not have begins to stir, and the child I carry draws whispers of prophecy and power. The pack that rejected me wants me back. The mate who humiliated me suddenly remembers my name. But the Direwolf who claimed me has no intention of giving me up. I was rejected while pregnant. Now I must decide who I will become and which bond I will choose.

**Mature Audience Only** This is a collection of steamy short stories, showing that a relationship does not need to be all about s*x... But its a good start... The first story was about Luke, who had a chance to be a tutor to the girl he was in love with. Will they have happy endings? See and find out.

'why does she always wear the same white top? Is she dense enough not to notice the bloodstains?’ But then he figured out the most perfect and possible explanation. She’s must have wanted to show him how much blood he spilled over each torture session.

On our Christmas break road trip, my cousin Felix Lloyd spotted some high-powered speakers at a highway rest stop. He had to have them—said he wanted to "blast it." "It's Christmas. We finally get to see everyone! We need some vibe!" My wife, Lana Ramsey, smiled and helped him pay. "Young people have energy. They know how to enjoy life." I yanked the power cord out. "Those aren't for regular cars. This is an EV. Overload it, and the whole system fries. Then what—just stuck in the middle of nowhere?" Lana's parents, Vincent and Donelia, booed me, calling me a buzzkill. Felix cranked the volume all the way up. Lana glared at me. "Say one more word and get out. I'll drive." Later, the speakers fried the battery system. We were stranded in total darkness on a rough mountain road. They finished the last of the food, then shoved me out to "go find help." I slipped, rolled down the slope, and died. When I opened my eyes, I was back—right when Felix jammed the speaker plug into the charging port. I grabbed a few more subwoofers and handed them over. "One isn't enough. Add more. That's how you really crank it."

* "I'm a fairy, the last of my kind. I'm not all rainbow wings and fairy dust. I am chaos and mayhem. Blood and death. I am here for revenge!" My mate holds me against the floor as she looks down at me defiantly. It's so cute! She even has a wee little knife to my throat as she yells at me. I can't help but get excited about how much fun this is going to be. "Fuck, that's hot baby doll." I say seriously as my dragon starts to purr for her.* The revolution began when a strong group of shifters known as 'The council' decided that magic wielders held too much power in this world. They have hunted and killed men, women and children alike, basking in their spot at the top of the food chain. They have no idea what is waiting in the shadows, hiding under their beds and ready to slit their throats. The resistance, led by one little dangerous fairy they call 'Slayer'. She is ready to lay down her life to bring back balance to the world and nothing will stand in her way. Not even the cinnamon roll dragon, broody vampire, smitten hellhound, loyal werewolf and cocky siren who all claim that she is their soulmate, and they won't take no for an answer.

The end of the world was upon us, but there weren't enough spots for evacuation. The roars of the zombies echoed in my ears as my fiancé, Oliver, gritted his teeth and pulled me onto the rescue vehicle—securing the last available seat. I arrived safely at the survivor base. Lina, his first love, did not. The zombies tore her apart. Oliver still went through with our marriage, but I never expected that he had only done so to make me suffer. In his eyes, I was the one who had killed Lina. If she had to endure such agony, then I should, too. For five years, he hated me. My life was worse than that of a stray dog scavenging for food on the street. On the day my divorce was finalized, he kidnapped me, dragged me into the wilderness, and wrapped his fingers around my throat. Then, he threw us both into the swarm of the undead. When I opened my eyes again, I was somehow reborn on the day the apocalypse began. The rescue team was shouting impatiently, "One more! We have room for one more—hurry!" I turned to Oliver, watching his hesitation. Then, with a quiet smile, I took a step back and let someone else have the last seat.

In Valmere, power is quiet. In the Iron Citadel, power is absolute. When the Alpha King brings his heir into human territory, the fragile peace between wolves and humans begins to crack. Aurelia Valmere has spent her life preparing for anything. Anything except this. Raised to rule with precision and control, she does not question her role—until the wolves arrive without answers, without warning, and without intention of leaving unchanged. Among them is Fenrir. He is everything she is not. Where Aurelia is composed, Fenrir is relentless. Where she calculates, he commands. He does not bend, does not yield, and does not believe in limits—especially not the ones set by humans. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But something has shifted. And whatever the wolves have come to reveal will change more than just the balance between kingdoms. As tensions rise and control begins to slip, Aurelia is forced to confront a reality she cannot predict—and a future she cannot avoid. Because this is not just a visit. It is the beginning of something far more dangerous. And when power meets power, there are only two outcomes: submission… or destruction.

[The ML and the FL have no blood relationship.] After Nora and Ethan have a one-night stand, Ethan finds Nora is his mate; they also find they have a blood relationship with each other. Ethan is Nora's uncle; they haven't met each other for many years so neither of them knows what another looks like. Thinking this is a wrong arrangement from the Moon Goddess, Ethan hides his scent from Nora, therefore Nora thinks she does not have a mate when she becomes 18. They try their best not to let others know they have made love before... Many years later, they encounter in Nora's Luna ceremony. She is going to be another man's wife!