Far Away And Over The Hills

When Catherine Zyla unexpectedly became the Luna of the Silverspring Pack, her world was turned upside down. On the very day she discovered she was pregnant, the Alpha handed her divorce papers, shattering her dreams. The impostor heiress came to provoke her, and her mother-in-law disdained her for having no power or influence. Catherine decided to leave, packing her bags and planning to disappear with her baby. But just as she was about to go, a stunningly wealthy and influential men came to her rescue, arriving in a convoy of luxury cars and vowing to shower her with affection and care. Julian Liddell, the eldest of the six, insisted, "Cathy, wear these exquisite jewels every day!" As Cathy flourished, embraced by the lavish affection of the wealthy man, her desperate ex begged for a second chance, "Cathy, let's remarry."

“You call yourself my mate, yet you can't give me a son; an heir to my throne, and for that reason, you don't deserve that title,” He blurted, and I instantly knew what was coming next. **** Astrid thought her life had finally taken a new turn when the doctor told her she was pregnant but getting home to see that her mate was in bed with her best friend broke her totally. Things got worse when her mate rejected her and she was brought down to a slave. With the safety of her baby in mind, she ran away from the pack and found shelter in the arms of an Alpha, who was determined to use her for his own selfish gains. Her mate realizes his mistakes and now he wants her back but she doesn't want him and hides the triplets from him. What happens when this Alpha she thinks cared for her turns against her? Will she be able to cope especially now that her heart was wavering for her ex mate? Truths are about to be unfolded and secrets, exposed. What does fate hold for her?

A group of unexpected guests suddenly barged into my relative’s funeral. The woman, Xena Carter, leading them claimed to be my husband’s girlfriend and declared that she was here to punish me, the supposed mistress. Out of respect for the funeral, I did not want to make a scene, so I calmly suggested she wait until it was over. But out of nowhere, she lashed out and ordered her group to shred all of my clothes. My relatives around us did nothing and watched coldly as it happened. I calmly dusted myself off, stood up, and led her over to the urn. "This urn for my mother was bought by your boyfriend. It cost nearly a million!" As expected, the mistress flew into a rage, smashing the urn to pieces. "You shameless family of lowlifes! Don’t think you’ll get a single cent from my boyfriend, even in death!" What she did not know was that when I said "mother," I was referring to my husband’s mother, my mother-in-law. She was causing a scene at my mother-in-law’s funeral, and she had just smashed her urn to pieces.

"You'll sleep with my husband, vanish before he glimpses your face. He believes I'm untouched, and we must maintain that facade." Trapped in my sister's sinister plan, enter Victor's room under the cloak of darkness, desire dancing with secrecy. As the night unfolded in forbidden passion, we shared hidden moments, but everything started falling apart. I was ensnared in my sister's plot, and the morning light exposed the truth. Victor's stern voice demanded, "What are you doing here?"

I suffered critical injuries that left me in a persistent vegetative state when I tried to rescue my wife, Regina Livingston, from her abductors. Regina spares no expense, spending millions of dollars to bring in the best medical experts in the country to treat me. She watches over me every single night, never weary of caring for me. Four years into my coma, I overhear a conversation between Richard Sutherland—a man I don't know—and Regina. "You've done all you can, Regina," he says. "You don't owe him anything anymore." Regina remains silent. Then, a young boy, Franklin Sutherland, suddenly asks, "Mommy, why do you always visit this man? Who is he?" I'm instantly shocked. Regina and I don't have a child together. I'm completely bewildered, and just as I try to figure it out, I suddenly wake up from my coma.

After a one night stand orchestrated by her wicked stepsister and manipulative father, Ana finds out she's pregnant with a strangers child. Forced out of her home, Ana learns to fend for herself and her new born baby and nurture the thirst for revenge growing in her heart. When she finally runs into the stranger years later, she doesn't remember who he is or what he did to her. Greyson Williams is a cold, tactical and ruthless businessman with a big influence in the country. When he meets the woman he had sex with years before, he is suspicious of what she really wants for him. But the more he watches her, the more he falls for her. Ana wants nothing from him but Greyson has other plans. It's not long before feelings come in the way and with the help of his little wingman, he finds his way into Ana's heart and helps her in her quest for revenge.

His precious childhood sweetheart got drunk one night and ended up in a stranger’s bed. When she showed up again, she was pregnant—just like me. On the day I gave birth, Harold handed me the divorce papers. "Rachel’s about to return to acting," he said coldly. "She and the baby need a proper title. If a scandal breaks out, it’ll destroy her." Dragging my frail body, I calmly signed the papers. In my previous life, I refused to step aside. I went live, holding my daughter, and exposed the award-winning actress Rachel Underwood for knowingly becoming the other woman. The internet turned on her. She lost every endorsement and was driven to the edge by massive fines—eventually jumping off a building. Harold quietly took care of her funeral... and then stood by as her fans harassed me in the streets, even tried to burn my child and me alive. It was not until I saw him lock the door behind us that I realized—he had wanted us dead all along. Then I woke up. And it was the day he gave me the divorce agreement... again.

Hanna Ortiz, a free girl, now found herself bound by a promise she made to her mother on her deathbed, to marry someone she barely knew in order to fulfill an agreement that even she didn't understand. Everything seemed fine until her fiancé ran away, and his father had to take her place. Even if she wanted to give up, too much was at stake and there was someone she loved very much and needed to save. Hanna saw no other option but to accept the marriage arrangement with Morgan until her real fiancé, David, returned. Although Hanna was young, her age wasn't attractive enough for Morgan who had a promise on his back that prevented him from getting married, plus the fact that he and his entire family knew that Hanna's family suffered from a rare and destructive disease that could even deform the carrier, none of them could bear the thought of living with Hanna, before they even met her they already repudiated her for her appearance. On discovering that Morgan was repulsed by her, Hanna only intensified his anger and estrangement, making him think that she, like her past relatives, had also inherited the disease, making her a disfigured bride. Now, she is nothing more than a wife rejected by her husband, who sees her as a freak and an ambitious woman who will do anything for money. However, Hanna has far greater desires than money.

Gina and I were just ordinary werewolves in the Silver Claw Pack. Our incomes were modest, but we married well. Her mate was the captain of the Silver Claw Pack patrol unit. Mine, the fire squad leader. They grew up together—childhood friends—and were the youngest golden duo in the Werewolf Alliance. On the day we married, our mates each bought us a luxury high-rise apartment on the top floor of the central castle, side by side, with the promise of sharing life and death together. That is, until that fateful night. Rogues broke into the central zone. Chaos reached even the upper levels of our building. The tower caught fire. Amidst the thick smoke, I sent a desperate mind-link to my mate. He blocked it. Turns out, both our mates were busy shielding their shared first love, Lifu. They ignored our calls for help. Gina dragged me as we ran. She was six months pregnant; her pup was already kicking from the panic. Her mate never showed up either. We made it to the stairwell, where we were trapped for five hours. Toxic fumes filled our lungs. I went into labor too early. My pup didn't make it. Gina bled for three days in the hospital. Her pup was gone too. Meanwhile, our mates were digging through the wreckage—twenty-four hours straight—searching for Lifu's lost dog. That was it. Right then and there, Gina and I looked at each other and knew. We were done.

Angie woke up in the morning, finding herself in a strange place, with a man beside her, and without a single piece of clothing. It was bad luck for her when Mike, the man she had supposedly spent the night with—the only son of the head of the black organization "The Black Venom"—approached again and handed her a contract that would turn her life upside down. "Sign it and marry me, or die." Then, like riding a roller coaster, Angie tried to survive the fake marriage. It was only two years, but a big secret was uncovered, making the remaining time a living hell—not only for Angie but also for Mike.