Enduring Word

*Mature audience only: Contains mature language, sex, abuse and violence.* -------------- She has no name, not anymore, after so long she has simply forgotten what a name is, what it means to be able to choose, what it means to be able to wish, she has simply forgotten what it means to be a person. She's just a slave in a pack that makes a point of reminding her that she's nothing more than an object to be used, whether it's to do household chores or to satisfy the sexual desires of her masters. ----------- He is a king, not only that, but the king of werewolves, his domain extends over all the lupine lands and he has never cared about much, his heart is already closed, destroyed by a past he wants to forget. With one word he could change the whole society, but for what? It's not worth it, the joy of war and fighting is one of the things that keeps him going... And, of course, the pleasure he gets from whoever he wants, whenever he wants, without ever hearing no. -------- He's not just a king, he's an emperor... His vampire empire covers almost all of Europe, many call him a dictator, others a liberator... He rules his lands with an iron fist, his word is law. Tired from a long war, he just wants to rest for a while and find the one who will complete him... After living so long, he's tried everything, but he still hasn't found the person fate has given him. ------- Three completely different people... Three intertwined destinies... Who will heal who and who will survive in the end?

By the third year of my mate bond with Caesar, the reigning Alpha, the she-wolf who had once abandoned him returned. For the thousand-and-first time, I launched into my well-rehearsed performance—the devoted, desperate mate. "Do you still love me?" I asked. And for the thousand-and-first time, Caesar turned away without a word, his silence a colder rejection than any shout. On the surface, I was the picture of heartbreak. Behind closed doors, I went straight to Caesar's uncle to collect a hefty payment for my performance. "Three years of this acting," I said. "Can I leave now?"

He was the untouchable, unstoppable Alpha King, beauty and power forged into a single man; commanding attention wherever he went. She was the untouched, ugly, rogue wolf, surviving on scraps and living in shadows. He was tainted and evil, known to bend the will of even the demons, while she was pure and innocent, going around spreading warmth in a word that had shown her none. He needed a Bride to dispose off without regret. She needed a man to love her for her beauty within. Can the beauty thaw the ice stone heart of the beast?Or will she be a lamb, laid down at the altar, deceased?

Two distinct perspectives on the same past. Two contrasting people, yet they both want the same word: hope. Pryce grew up despising life because his father did something unexpected that scarred her till her adolescence. She believes that the only way to numb things was the toxic escapism she acquired in her youth, when she met a man who thinks differently than her yet shares his history. Will she change her outlook on life now that she knows someone has been in her shoes? or would she let the stillness to consume her?

Broken vows don’t necessarily mean a broken marriage… Electa Leventis meant every word of the vows she shared with her husband Adrastos at the altar. Pity he didn’t return her sincerity… Expecting happy-ever-after, instead, Electa found herself going through a mortifyingly public separation! Now, divorce papers in hand, Electa has finally built up the courage to put an end to her time as the mighty Greek billionaire’s wife once and for all. But she’s forgotten the magnetic pull that devilish Adrastos possesses. And that broken vows don’t necessarily mean a broken marriage…

Aurora was born with Alpha blood, destined to lead, until betrayal by her own family left her branded as cursed when she was just a little wolf. Falsely accused of murder and abandoned by the people she loved most, she spends five brutal years in a werewolf psychiatric hospital, enduring abuse, isolation, and betrayal from those who should have protected her. When Aurora returns home, she’s scarred and changed. Her family expects her to kneel again, but she refuses. Just as the pack’s cruelty reaches its peak, Aurora meets someone even more powerful than those trying to suppress her, someone who sees her true strength and offers her the chance to rise. Now, those who forced Aurora to kneel will face the consequences of their actions. Because she’s no longer alone. And this time, she will never bow her head again.

When I propose to Hailey Morgan for the 18th time, she turns me down for the sake of her childhood friend, Eric Dawson, once again. We've been dating for eight years. So far, I've proposed 18 times to her. But whenever the proposal takes place, Hailey keeps saying that Eric is depressed, so she can't leave his side. As I look at the ring, I can't resist asking, "If Eric is depressed for the rest of his life, does this mean you won't marry me in this lifetime?" Hailey gets mad at me right away. She snatches the ring before throwing it at the floor. "He's my childhood sweetheart! I can't just ditch him, can I? Besides, you've already endured my rejection 17 times! Can't you just keep enduring it for my sake?"

Five years ago, Maia tried her very best to get Clyden to marry her. Due to the power of her family, she successfully married the only man she ever loved. After enduring Clyden’s cold treatment for years, being hated by her in-laws, and experiencing the bankruptcy of her family’s company, she finally decided to give up on winning his heart. However, Clyden suddenly incurs an accident and loses all of his memories, leading him to love the woman that he vowed to hate for all of his life. They live their life as the loving married couple that Maia always longed for. But what will happen when Clyden finally recovers his memories? Will he continue to care for the woman he has come to love, or will he leave her in the dust after recalling their past? Throw in a couple of crazy family members, an unexpected pregnancy, and a whole lot of jealousy; there’s only one thing that’s certain— Maia is in for a wild ride.

Emma has always been the wolfless black sheep in her werewolf family, enduring the sting of betrayal from both her boyfriend and her own flesh and blood. The cruel twist of fate leads her to Nicholas, her powerful brother-in-law, who is left paralysed after a tragic accident—but that’s just the beginning. Emma's sister, entangled in deceit with her so-called "fateful mate," mocks Emma's inability to understand the pull of true werewolf bonds. However, as secrets unravel, Nicholas discovers Emma is his second chance mate. His heart buried beneath layers of hurt, Nicholas makes an outrageous proposition: if Emma becomes his nurse, he will save her family’s crumbling company. In a ballet of tension and forbidden desire, Emma steps into a world where every touch sends shivers, and every glance binds them closer. Will their hearts heal and embrace destiny, or will the ghosts of the past and the weight of betrayal tear them apart?

My back hit the cold wall of the Alpha’s packhouse, my breath hitched in my throat as the triplets closed in—Asher, Alaric, and Argent. Asher leaned in first, his mouth brushing against my ear. “Sign the contract, Alisha,” he growled. “You’re ours. Your body, soul, and every filthy little sound you make.” I swallowed hard as Alaric’s fingers traced a circle around my swollen areola in an infuriating slow-mo. “See, your body is already responding, stop pretending you don’t want to be ruined by us.” Argent stepped in last, his hand skimming under the hem of my dress. “You’re trembling, sweetheart. Not from fear… but from need. Say the word, and we’ll own every inch of you.” “And if I say no?” my voice was shaky as I bit down the moan crawling up my throat. The three of them exchanged glances and then turned to me. And like a rehearsed lyric, they all unisoned. “Then we make you beg on your knees. And we won’t stop until you forget your own name… just ours.” Asher grabbed my chin, tilting it up. “Last chance, sweetheart. Safe word or surrender.” My lips parted. “I surrender.” That was all they needed. Alaric was behind me instantly, lips on my neck, one hand wrapping around my waist, the other dragging the strap of my dress down torturously slow. “Good girl,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my skin. “You’re ours now.” •••••••• This is not just a love story. It’s survival. And it starts with rejection…