Female Pov

There were so many rumours about her; rumours people could only say in whispers. Jerika Krester was an idol to many, and a pain to some. Being super wealthy and also the first female Alpha of her time, she was regarded with so much fear and respect. Many adored her. Her beauty was too perfect, they doubted she was human. Successful men that could get her the world, chased after her and were ready to worship her feet. But Jerika wanted none of them. Her heart was too rigid, she didn't know what it felt like to love and be loved. She didn't want to feel it. To the world out there, she was super rich and had a perfect life, but Jerika alone knew her demons. And those demons became worst when she met him... His name is Lennox Harrington. He's the son of a late billionaire who returned to take over his father's company. He disliked the wolves and never wanted to have any connection with them - due to personal reasons. But what happens when he learns of Jerika Krester? What happens when he turns out to be what she never expected? The one thing she hated?

Alpha Syd is a side-story of Scars. “I was reborn the heartless demon wolf, Syd Vicious. I became a nightmare, an urban legend, folklore, a monster.” The only daughter of the fallen White Ridge Pack’s Beta, Sydney Eld, was forever changed on the “Night of Raids.” Losing the last of her family and fighting against her own pack. Her natural wiry flame-red hair and amber eyes leave others shaken with fear. It’s no wonder the goddess has chosen Sydney to take over as Alpha since she has proven again and again to fight for what is right and will not let anyone stand in her way. She is not without opposition, as pack elders are not thrilled with the prospect of a female Alpha. She also has to fight off a group of rogues led by a Rogue Alpha hell-bent on seeing the White Ridge Pack burnt to the ground. Sydney’s only light and hope are her Lumiere (a term for male Luna), Silas Youngblood. He is the third son of the Amaris Pack's Beta and her destined mates. Can Silas pull Syd out of her dark path? Can she learn to trust again? Can this fated mated pair rise above to bring prosperity back to their pack?

Elektra is an alpha female, daughter of one of the most powerful and cruel Alphas in North America. Raised to rule her pack she grew up among weapons and military training. She is tough and notorious for her battle skills. Her father raised her as a boy as she is his only child. Her mother died when she gave birth to her. She hasn't found her mate yet although it is the only thing her heart most desires. Alexander is the Alpha of the biggest rogue pack in the world. But he isn't a rogue, he never was. He was born in one of the biggest and well respected pack which unfortunately was destroyed by a bloodthirsty tyrant. Although he was raised in the forest and away from civilization for a long time, Alexander became a very kind and respectful Alpha and managed to build a big pack. Many Alphas recognize his power and his qualities. He is highly trained with excellent leadership skills and he has one goal: To avenge the death of his father and the exile of him and his pack. Will he finally make it? What will happen when he finds out that his mate is his worst enemy's daughter?

"Menurutmu, apa hukuman yang pantas untuk seseorang yang berani menyentuhku tanpa izin, Riel?" Suara dingin itu menusuk, membuat tubuhku gemetar tanpa sadar. Rigen Ataraka—suami koma yang baru kunikahi pagi ini—berdiri menjulang, matanya penuh ancaman. Aku bodoh. Aku terlalu terpesona oleh ketampanannya hingga tanpa sadar mencium dan memeluknya, berpikir dia akan koma selamanya. Tapi pria ini tidak koma. Dia sadar. Segar bugar. Dan sekarang, dia ingin menghukumku. "Maaf, Rigen. Tapi… kita suami istri, kan?" Dia tak menjawab, hanya melemparkan dokumen ke arahku. "Tandatangani." Aku menatap kertas itu—pernikahan kontrak. "Jangan pernah bermimpi mendapatkan apa pun dariku," suaranya tegas. Begitulah aku menjadi istri kontrak Rigen Ataraka, menanti hari perceraian yang semakin dekat. Aku bahkan sudah bersiap dengan tunjangan dan rencana pergi jauh. Namun, saat aku menyerahkan surat cerai.… "Mau ke mana, Riel?" Rigen merobek surat itu tanpa ragu, matanya tajam. "Kamu tidak akan bisa meninggalkanku. Aku terlalu kuat untuk kamu tinggalkan, Ariella."

By year four of our marriage, Scott had picked up a college girl—Gigi. Bright, beautiful, full of life. She had him, a billionaire, eating street food and chasing after her favorite esports player. Scott called. "Not coming home. Watching Joel Arnoult's match." Beside him, Gigi scoffed. "That boring old woman—does she even know who Joel Arnoult is?" They had no clue. The second the call ended, Joel had me pinned in the back of a dimly lit car. His teeth grazed my neck—sharp, teasing, a little painful. "Leila, if I win, how are you gonna reward me?"

My boyfriend has depression. To help cure him, I pass on the opportunity for a recital abroad. Instead, I accept commercial gigs so I can rake in the cash. After one performance, I see my boyfriend holding hands with a woman who looks like me in a private room. He wears a sharp suit and smiles so brightly that he doesn't even look ill. The people around him cheer and tease him. "You really are different with your true love back in the country. When are you two going to make things official?" "I heard you'd been dating another woman for seven years, though. Do you love her?" Charles Foster smiles indifferently. "I was just having some fun with her. Only an idiot like her would take me seriously." I sob with devastation while hiding behind a door. Suddenly, I feel like a fool for spending seven years with him. I call my mentor, who suggested that I take part in the international piano competition. "I will take part in the competition."

At sixty-five, I got served divorce papers. The same day, my husband Sebastian — decked out in his wedding suit, of all things — popped a handful of sleeping pills in a suicide attempt. For years, we were the perfect couple. The kind of pair neighbors whispered about with envy. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The divorce. The pills. None of it made sense. Not until I found the photo and letter in his pocket.

Due to one phone call, Carl Lorde left me behind in a deserted area on the highway, even though I had been pregnant for four months. I walked to a rest area to ask for help, but in the end, I was unable to keep the baby. I broke down and called Carl, but he kept rejecting my calls. The next day, his childhood friend posted an intimate photo of them lying side by side in bed, with a caption. [With just one call, you’d come over to my side no matter what.] Everyone was waiting for me, Carl’s girlfriend, to make a joke of myself. However, I just wiped away my tears, liked the post, and commented, [Congratulations, you two are a match made in the trash dump. I hope you rot in hell together.]

At the full moon party before our marking ceremony, my mate Lucas got wasted. I went to pick him up, just like we agreed. Only to walk in on him burying his face in his first love’s neck, marking her with his scent. "Don't ever leave me again, Willow. My wolf only wants you." His first love shot me a triumphant smirk and shoved him into my arms. "Your mate is here. You should go." But Lucas, hiding behind his drunkenness, just looked at me with disgust. "You're the only one for me, Willow! She's just some lowly half-blood Omega. She's just my ride home, don't worry about her." I swallowed my humiliation and took him home, only to find out he wasn't drunk at all. He claimed he only said those things to appease Willow, for the sake of her pack's power. I just turned away. So on the day we were supposed to be bound for life, I ran. If Lucas was still hung up on his first love, then I would grant him his wish and disappear. But I never expected that after I left, he would lose his mind, crying and begging for me to come back.

Herbert Fischer lets his precious childhood sweetheart dump scalding stew all over me as everyone watches. Worse, he tells me to apologize, all because I said one harsh sentence to her. Tears stream down my face as I ask him, "Is my life worth less than a hair on her head?" He snorts. "Stop overthinking. It's just hot stew—you won't die from a few burns."