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Becky Hart, a 21-year-old wolf-shifter, once believed in destined love—until the night Haunter Miller, the Alpha King and her fated mate, rejected her for being wolfless. Crushed by heartbreak and haunted by the belief that the Moon Goddess cursed her, Becky fled her pack to live among humans. For five years, she battled loneliness and sorrow, slowly rebuilding herself. Upon returning, Becky’s wolf awakens—though she still cannot shift. Her reunion with Haunter reignites the mate bond, but she resists his demand to move into the pack house. Eventually, she’s brought there, and her hidden powers begin to stir. Becky's return triggers buried prophecies, strange magic, and renewed tension with Haunter, who now regrets his rejection and is drawn to her evolving aura. As Becky navigates her role in a mystical world of dragons, witches, demons, and mermaids, she discovers a powerful truth: she is the reincarnation of a Moon Goddess, cursed long ago by a jealous witch tied to Haunter’s family. Her magic—linked to water, shadows, and illusions—grows stronger with her emotional healing. Amid political tension and growing chaos, Becky becomes the center of a divine prophecy. While Haunter wrestles with guilt and newfound love, dark forces rise—rogue witches and ancient enemies intent on stealing or destroying her power. Allies from various mythical factions rally behind her as war brews. In a climactic battle, Becky embraces her full divine identity, breaking the curse and uniting the fractured realm. Her love with Haunter deepens beyond destiny, forged through hardship and choice. In the aftermath, peace is restored. Becky and Haunter rule together, guiding a new era of unity and magic. Her journey from rejected mate to goddess savior becomes a legend whispered across realms.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

"Keep your hands on the fucking desk." His voice is dark, as he presses my palm against the desk bending me over, his c*ck burying deep inside. "You like that?" he whispers against my ear. I whimper and arch my back further, trying to take him deeper despite the pain. I never thought I'd like this sort of thing, never thought I'd even try it. But here's Harlan, opening me up to a world of pleasure and vulgarity that I didn't even know existed, and fuck, it hurts, but it's so fucking good, I can't imagine stopping. "Yes," I breathe. He slaps me harder. His palm lands against the side of my face with an obscene smack that makes me feel sick and delighted and dirty all at once. I moan as he draws me closer to release. “Yes, what?!” he demands, pulling me up by my hair. “Yes, professor.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Eden Shaw craves more than straight A's... she hungers for the forbidden gaze of her brooding professor, Harlan. What starts as stolen glances ignites into a dangerous game of dominance and desire, where every lecture hides a secret touch and every grade comes with a price. But when Eden uncovers Harlan's hidden past as Ethan Hale, heir to a fractured legacy, their illicit affair is endangered. In a world of powerplays and buried truths, can Eden submit to the man who owns her body... before he claims her heart? Because Harlan's past is not just painful, it's dangerous, and Eden is about to find out that loving him means entering a world she was never supposed to see. A world full of secrets. A name he no longer claims. And a choice that could destroy them both. ~ She wanted to impress him. Now she may have to save him.