Dr Shift

I shivered in the darkness, the air stale, damp and cold making goosebumps appear on my bare skin. The low rumbles and huffs which were coming from behind made me a little scared, and I knew the beast was still there, watching me with interest. I knew screaming and calling for help was futile since my voice was already hoarse for trying to scream the past few hours, but the only thing to be heard was my echo, and the snarl that followed next. I heard it shift and felt it's soft fur brush against my body and skin. I swallowed hard and held in my voice. The more it leaned in, the more my heart beat wildly, and I tried to move away from it. It's warm breath brushed against my cold skin making me shiver in response. I couldn't see but I had an idea what it wanted. I kept resisting but it was much stronger than I was, easily able to pull my thin legs apart. It showed it's dominance as a way to make me submit. I knew I wasn't strong enough to fight or escape it, but that didn't mean I was going to willingly do what the beast said, at least at that minute. But everything changed when I felt it's big head dip between my legs, easily parting them to the extreme, and a rough, yet soft , in my opening. I couldn't help the moan that left my lips. The was long, rough, and filled me to the brim, and that's when I knew I was in . The beast wanted to breed with me.

For years, the Lycans and werewolves have been locked in a bitter war, their hatred spanning generations. Rosalee, born under tragic and cruel circumstances, was abandoned as a baby at a werewolf pack. Treated worse than the lowest omega, she endured years of neglect and scorn. On her sixteenth birthday, everything changed. Her first shift revealed a truth that shattered her world, Rosalee was no ordinary werewolf. Cast out from the only home she had ever known, she was forced to fend for herself, alone and afraid. Desperate for safety, Rosalee found refuge in a quiet human town, where she built a new life. Working at a small hotel, she finally felt a sense of belonging, even forming a close bond with Dameon, the son of the hotel’s head chef. But her secret loomed over her like a shadow, a constant reminder of what she could lose if the truth came to light. Her fragile peace is shattered when the Lycan King, a powerful, enigmatic figure, arrives at the hotel one fateful night. His presence is a threat to the life she’s built, and his intentions are as clear as his connection to her past. As tensions rise and old wounds resurface, Rosalee is thrust into a dangerous game of survival. To protect her secret and those she cares about, she must confront her identity and uncover the truth about her origins, before the war she escaped catches up with her once again. In a world divided by blood and betrayal, Rosalee must decide where she truly belongs and whether she can forge a path of her own.

The Moon Goddess never chose me. At least, that’s what I thought. Abandoned as a baby, raised as Ridge Storm Pack’s pity project, I learned to fight for every grade, every scrap of respect, every breath inside Silver Ridge Academy’s walls. A place built on the Great Accord where wolves, fae, witches, and dragon-blooded heirs train together under wards older than memory. A place where dominance is currency, and I’ve always been bankrupt. Then they found me. Callum. Jaxon. Rory. Seth.
The Ridge Storm Quadruplets. Thirty-five years old, untouchable, infamous. Alphas without a Luna, warriors feared across Lycandra, second only to the Supreme Alphas who oversee the realm for the triplet Lycan Kings themselves. They say no wolf has ever been chosen by four Alphas. The bond resonance that detonated between us has never happened in history—ten out of ten on the wards. Unprecedented. Impossible. And yet, here we are. Their storm, their blaze, their rogue, their prince.
My shadows. My chains. My undoing. Every touch sparks like lightning. Every glance feels like a promise I’m terrified to believe. Because if the Goddess gave me to them, She can take it back. And I don’t know what’s more dangerous—fighting this bond, or surrendering to it. One thing is certain: the closer my birthday—and my first shift—draws, the more the power inside me rises. Something none of us understand. Something even the Supreme Alphas are watching. And when the truth comes out, not even the Great Accord will save me.

Juliet Fredrick has spent her life staying unnoticed. Working the night shift at a fast-food chain, paying her mother’s hospital bills, keeping her younger sister safe. She knows how the world works: nobody saves you. You save yourself. But everything changes the night she crosses paths with Ejike Olatunji. He is more than the richest man in Africa. He is a man whispered about. Ruthless in business. Untouchable in power. Unbreakable in will. And he has just made Juliet an offer that sounds like salvation: Marry him. Play the loyal wife. Protect his public image. In exchange, he will save her family. Juliet steps into a life she has never imagined: penthouses, private jets, global boardrooms, and people who smile at her while planning her destruction. Because Ejike has enemies. And now, so does she. A jealous socialite who refuses to be replaced. A rival billionaire who plays mind games with a smile. A former partner who wants the empire burned to the ground. The closer Juliet gets to Ejike, the more she realizes something is wrong. He is not just closed off. He is watching. He is waiting. And he is hiding a secret dangerous enough to shatter them both. Someone is lying. Someone is hunting them. And the only person Juliet can trust is the man she was never supposed to love. A marriage built on survival is becoming something else. But love, here, is not tender. Love is a battlefield. And the first mistake could be fatal.

“He is here again”, I murmured to myself as I could feel the air shift in the room. I pulled my nightgown down to cover myself as cold and warmth enveloped me in a soothing embrace. It felt like a warm blanket had been wrapped around me. He smelled faintly of dark vanilla and something musky, something warm. I could feel his breath on my skin before the bed dipped. He pulled me closer and wrapped his hands around me. I closed my eyes and waited for his soothing murmurs in my ears. “Did you miss me”? He moaned into my ears. Alora Lance has been haunted by a faceless man who visits her dreams for as long as she can remember. His touch is electric, and his presence is peaceful and intoxicating but her waking life is anything but magical. She has nothing except a leaking roof over her head and a ruthless landlord threatening eviction. Then one day, she finds herself in a mating ceremony she was not supposed to attend. One accidental step into a world that should not exist. And everything changes. Dragged into a world that doesn't make sense in real life, Alora finds herself pulled into a past she knows nothing about and the enigmatic gaze of the man that had haunted her dreams except this is not a dream, it's a nightmare she may never escape, especially when the Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack marks her with a single look. And in his eyes, she is no longer invisible. She begins to question everything about her life and her past.

Four months before my mating ceremony with Alpha Marcus, his mother pulled me aside with that familiar look of disdain. "You're just a common Omega who don't understand proper pack etiquette. How can you possibly stand beside my son as Luna?" Her solution? Ship me off to some specialized Luna training academy to learn "proper manners." Marcus wrapped his arms around me that night, his breath warm against my ear. "It's all for our future, Sylvia. Trust me." My heart melted. Of course I trusted him. I would have done anything for him. I never imagined that the so-called Luna Etiquette Academy was nothing but a torture chamber designed to break female wolves. Four months of hell. Four months of having twisted ideologies beaten into me: "Lunas must submit to Alphas." Question anything, and silver whips would tear your skin apart. I lost my ability to shift completely. When I finally escaped that nightmare, I discovered the horrifying truth. Marcus hadn't sent me there to better myself. He'd sent me there to get me out of the way—so I couldn't interfere with his childhood sweetheart Victoria's mating ceremony. But when I exposed the academy's brutal reality at that very ceremony, when Marcus finally learned what he'd put me through, the powerful Alpha completely lost his mind.

The organization that once ruled the mafia's darkest corridors is clawing its way back to power, growing stronger by the day. Their determination to reclaim what they believe is theirs sends tremors through the underworld. To dismantle SKULL's Organization, the diamond must delve into the shadowy labyrinth that surrounds it. Their mission involves unraveling secrets that bind SKULL and its members. The diamond mafia group against SKULL, Leader vs. Leader, Organization vs. Organization. Can Avryrylle and her diamond mafia withstand the risks? Will they uncover the mysteries shrouding SKULL's Organization? who are the enemies, and who are the allies? One thing is certain: trust no one, for everyone has secrets. In this dangerous journey, alliances will shift, and loyalties will be tested. The path to success is treacherous, where the truth hides behind layers of deception, and uncovering it may come at a high price. As the confrontation between the diamond mafia group and SKULL intensifies, the shadows conceal more than secrets—they hide the true nature of the players involved. The battle for supremacy turns into a deadly dance of intrigue, with each move calculated to outmaneuver the other. In a world where trust is rare, Avryrylle and her allies must tread carefully. The line between friend and foe is blurred, and only by exposing hidden truths can they hope to win in this high-stakes game of power, betrayal, and survival. Every step forward could be a trap, every alliance a potential betrayal. The stakes have never been higher, and the cost of failure is unimaginable. Who will prevail? The ultimate showdown looms, and only the bravest and most cunning will win. The fate of the underworld hangs in the balance as these two forces prepare for a clash that will determine the true rulers of mafia’s darkest corridors.

" I don't know why your helping me" I stated as I walked away from him . " I know what you must think about me just like the rest of them , I know you hate me just like the rest ..." before I could even finish my words kalib was by my side with a furious look in his eyes. for a moment I almost step back fearing his alpha command but something told me he wouldn't hurt me " mea I never hated you I never thought of you badly even now even in the mess we are in I could never " "but..." I interjected "no buts we are in this together and nothing is going to change that" "ok" I anwered I knew there was no hope in arguing but I couldn't understand why he was helping me why he was here it's not like I'm his mate. Let me introduce myself I'm Mea I'm your average girl, well if you don't count the fact when I reach the age of 18 I will shift for the first time , shifting is the most amazing feeling in the world , when uou can be free to run in the woods as you please to feel the ground under your paw feel the breez in your fur well atleast thats what we have been told growing up but there is a curse plased on our pack . A curse that could stop us from shifteing and goddess help anyone that cant shift.

"I, Jeremy Rock, Alpha of the Rock River Pack, reject you, Aiana Steel, as my mate..." He said those words, and I didn't even know the particular emotion that I felt the more. Disappointment? Hatred? Or shame? Again, someone else didn't want me. When Alpha Jeremy Rock cast aside his fated mate, Aiana Steel who was a powerful yet broken hybrid, Aiana had assumed it was because she was a "defective" werewolf, one who couldn’t even shift due to her inherited warlock abilities. But that wasn't it as Jeremy’s rejection wasn’t out of disgust. It was a sacrifice, meant to shield her from dark forces within his own pack, forces that would destroy her if they discovered her true power. Yet fate refused to let them go their separate ways. Aiana’s rejection curse is killing her slowly, and Jeremy’s long buried enemies have become confidence by the day. Together, they face a choice, either to walk away from their bond, or be united and conquer the shadows of their past. As old grudges resurfaced and unexpected alliances are formed which threatens to tear them apart, Jeremy must decide on whether to abandon his quest to avenge his parents' murder to save his dying mate. And Aiana was left to chose between surrendering her wolf side to survive the rejection, or fight back and risk everything. Dive into The Lyncan's Fated Hybrid Mate, an electrifying, suspense filled romance that takes two scarred souls on a journey of survival, vengeance, and love that defies all odds.

Amalie finds herself trapped in a fate worse than death. As a spirit wolf who cannot shift, her existence is considered a bad omen by her pack. Fated to Easton, the cruel and manipulative future Alpha of the Hallowed Moon pack, her life becomes nothing more than a series of cruel games and harsh punishments. But the arrival of the fearsome Alpha Jericho turns Amalies world upside down. Jericho, a powerful Alpha with a devastating past, harbours secrets that could destroy them both. His sudden interest in Amalie is not coincidental—she holds the key to his vengeance. As hidden truths slowly surface, Amalie must decide if she can trust the enigmatic Alpha who promises freedom from Easton. With each passing day, the stakes grow higher, and Amalie is drawn deeper into a deadly plot that could either set her free or seal her fate forever. ** Jericho growls softly and pushes my panties to the side – just enough to bare the hollow of my groin. Her rubs his nose along the spot where my leg and groin meets, and without any warning sinks his teeth into the soft flesh right below my hip. He gets to his feet and wipes a droplet of blood away with his thumb. He stares at it for a moment, then curl his full lips around his finger while he looks straight at me. He doesn't attempt to hide the bulge in his trousers, acting as if this is the most natural thing in the world. "You have to remember, Amalie," he says gruffly, "that this is not a real bond.” Bewildered, all I can do is stare at him and nod.