Every Man Has Two Wolves Novels & Stories

Brian is the eighteen year old Alpha's son and Beta to his birth pack. He meets his fated half days after his birthday. Aaron is the twenty year old Alpha to his birth pack. He is stoic and shows very little emotion. How will this seemingly mismatched pair's relationship work out? Read more to find out!

On her eighteenth birthday, Aria Stone’s life unravels when her fated mate, Alpha Logan, rejects her before the entire pack. Humiliated and cast out, she leaves behind everything she has ever known, carrying nothing but the sting of betrayal and the hollow ache of a bond that was never given a chance. With nowhere else to go, she crosses into forbidden territory, fully aware of the danger that awaits her. What she doesn’t expect is to be captured by Alpha Kael—the most feared and untouchable Alpha among the rival packs. Kael is not known for mercy, yet instead of killing her, he keeps her close, watching her in a way that feels less like suspicion and more like something neither of them fully understands. As tension between territories begins to rise, Aria’s presence in Kael’s pack starts to shift things in subtle but undeniable ways. Strength lingers where she walks. Control replaces chaos. And Kael, a man who has never bent for anyone, finds his instincts changing around her. Far from them, Logan comes to a realization that shakes him to his core—Aria was never what they believed her to be. And the mistake he made may cost him far more than his pride. Determined to reclaim what he lost, he sets out to find her. But Aria is no longer the girl he rejected, and Kael is not a man who lets go of what he has claimed. Caught between the Alpha who broke her and the one who refuses to release her, Aria is about to discover that some bonds are far more dangerous than rejection and powerful enough to start a war.

~ SORA HELL MORGATHOR ~ Since my appointment to the throne, my cousin on paper has fully embraced the role of archnemesis, dedicating every breath to my downfall. He is a walking tantrum in a tailored suit, still crying about a crown that was never going to fit his head anyway. My life wasn’t perfect, but ever since I was adopted into the Hell Morgathor family, staying alive has become a full-time hobby, mostly because every move I make is now at the mercy of men who treat human lives like disposable currency. It’s nice to know I’ve brought the city together; apparently, having me in charge is the only thing everyone can agree is a terrible idea. My cousin on paper views me as the ultimate gatekeeper, Largely thanks to the fact that I have the audacity to keep breathing while he wants my chair, treating my pulse like a personal insult to his resume. ☠️☠️☠️☠️ ~A-JUN HELL MORGATHOR ~ All I want is my family to stop being a shadow. A woman carries the family name, whereas my father is subjected to being the underboss. As if things aren’t bad enough, an adopted female child is coded to be the next Don, and she had the guts to accept the offer. I was fully prepared to end her life, but I was suddenly struck by lightning, or maybe it was just her impeccable skincare routine, and I decided to let it slide, distracted by her face and forgot why I was even holding a weapon. I'm currently temporarily blinded by her sheer audacity to be that gorgeous while I’m trying to work. But until when will I be distracted?

My fiancé dumped me the moment he found out about my rare blood type. "That condition of yours? Yeah, it'd just drain my wallet." I was spiraling when Vincent showed up—like some knight in shining armor, pulling me out of the wreckage. He didn't care about my blood type. We barely dated before he proposed, and for a while, married life felt perfect. Until a year later, when I overheard him talking to a doctor. "Vincent, you already took 400 milliliters of Sophia's blood last month, and now you want another 200? Are you insane? Even if you love Emma, you can't just drain an innocent woman dry for her!" "A little more won't kill her. Stop overreacting." My head spun. My whole body went cold. That's when it hit me—our perfect marriage had been a lie from the start.

My sister and I were both enslaved after the Great War and the defeat of humankind. But before long, my sister's striptease performance earned the Alpha lycan's favor, and they soon left, holding hands. On the other hand, I was taken away by a masked man unceremoniously after he left some money on the counter. However, no one expected the Alpha lycan to chew through my sister's throat during the full moon, while the masked man treasured me, pampering me with endless wealth and prestige. My sister turned into a vengeful spirit then and cursed me to death. When I opened my eyes again, we had both reincarnated to that fateful day. This time, my sister threw herself straight into the masked man's arms, sniffling as she begged, "Please love me?" Standing nearby, I laughed. After all, it was wonderful that I didn't have to be a vampire's walking blood pack in this life.

"I will reject you," Kahlan cried, "I, Kahlan Kye of pack Crest, reject Alpha Eric as my mate." "No! " Eric screamed, " You can't do this to me!" " No yeah, she already did, " Hardin came from behind and wrapped a hand around Kahlan's waist. Eric Creed was framed by Kahlan for killing her parents. He was her mate but she hated him the moment she discovered the truth about the death of her pack. Every one of her pack was annihilated except for her and her stepsister who wanted Alpha Eric for herself . She doesn't care anyway, since she doesn't even want him. She was however bent on avenging. However, lies were waiting to unfold. What will Kahlan do when she discovers that the hand she took was actually the one responsible for the death of her family. And Alpha Eric was innocent. However, she had already rejected Eric

Z will found out later that the child whom she thought was dead for a long time, is alive. Brandon, the biological of her child will take their child away from her because he thought that she abandoned them five years ago.

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

My family has always considered me a harbinger of misfortune. It's all because I can see a countdown to my relatives' deaths. I tell them when my grandfather, father, and mother will die. It all comes true due to various accidents. My three brothers hate me to the core because they think I cursed my parents and grandfather. My mother actually dies after giving birth to my younger sister, but my brothers dote on her to no end. They say she's their lucky star because everything goes well for the family after she's born. But didn't Mom die while giving birth to her? On my 18th birthday, I see my death countdown when I look at myself in the mirror. I buy an urn I like and prepare a meal. I want to have one last meal with my brothers, but none of them show up even when the timer hits zero…

“You’re nothing but a slut to me Audrey,” he growled out, his hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me towards him. “When you get to my brother, you can be all princess, I don’t care. But with me, you’re nothing but a slut. Now..” he paused, grazing his tongue on my ears. “Now get on your knees and please me.” The coldness and hunger in his voice sent Audrey on her knees, dripping with wetness and lust. ************ Audrey, the princess and daughter of the alpha of the Shadenight pack, finds herself in both misery and pleasure when she’s mated to the two brothers of the Nightshade pack. With her heart belonging to Asher, and her body to Alaric, which would prevail, love or lust?