He Was Called The Red Priest Novels & Stories

When hot dominant billionaire alpha meets an omega in heat,her legs opened that her soaked panties were visible,her smell so sweet he could taste it,one night of hot passionate sex, Dominco Gustavo changes his mind about his no sleeping with omega rules, realizing no alpha in his right mind could resist an omega atleast not one as hot as Nora Payton.

My family's mall was running a major New Year's Eve event. My father, the chairman, sent me to oversee the floor as a shareholder. That night, the crowd built past capacity, and a stampede broke out. I was at the bottom of a pile, suffocating. My boyfriend, an executive at the mall, was reaching past me. He was lifting my best friend out of the crowd. She didn't have a scratch on her. He cradled her and disappeared down the corridor. The comms earpiece on my headset stayed on. His voice came through it. "Vivian, are you okay? How could you listen to her? How could you let her drag you somewhere this dangerous?" "Don't worry about her. She’s built tougher than you—she can take it. But you... You’re too delicate to be marked by scars." They got Vivian out. I had a broken rib and was admitted in critical condition. After the dust settled, I asked Cole why he hadn't prioritized me. He looked me in the eye. "Mall events are managed. Look at you. You're fine. This is my promotion window. You're my girlfriend. If I had pulled you out first, that's favoritism. Don't make a scene. Go check on Vivian. She was scared half to death." I tightened my fist under the blanket. I called my father. "Dad. The stampede at Hartline Mall. I'm calling the hearing myself."

When she married Harry Slate, she was 22 years old while he was 32. During their three years of marriage, he showered her with endless tenderness and would give her anything she wanted. He said he could pick the stars for her if she wanted, even the moon if she so wished. He spoiled her like she was a precious treasure. The only thing was that he had insatiable demands every night. He would chuckle and refuse to let her go, even when she cried and begged for mercy. She knew Harry had a lot of money and a lot of love—and all of it belonged to her. The day her father passed away, she called him 99 times, yet he declined every single one. The next second, she received a photo taken by her best friend. [Celine, is this your man? I saw him hugging a woman on the streets of Palto.] After tapping the photo and seeing the man and the woman, Celine Quest felt as though she had fallen into an icy abyss. The man was Harry, and the woman was her aunt.

What if the Omega everyone dismissed was the most powerful Lycan of them all? Rejected, betrayed, and broken. Anna Summers was once an Omega. Now, she’s rising as a powerful Luna with secrets that could reshape the Lycan world. What happens when the girl they scorned becomes the storm they can’t outrun?

Drevan Valkor is the Darkmoon pack's Invincible Alpha. This makes him grow arrogant and believe himself to be untouchable. Even when he drags a knife across his own hand, the wound closes almost instantly. He laughs at me and says, "Kyra, you gasp for breath after walking just a few steps. What a pathetic, sickly burden." What he doesn't know is that a curse forces me to suffer every bit of pain he should be feeling. The only cure is for him to acknowledge me and complete the mate bond willingly. I endure three years of his pain, his cold shoulder treatment, and his constant entanglement with my "healthy and lively" stepsister. I tell myself that if I can survive until the mate bonding ceremony, I will finally be free. But that hope dies on the night of the ceremony. Before the entire pack, he pulls my stepsister, Belle Wynter, into his arms and kicks me off the altar. "I reject Kyra Wynter as my mate," he declares. "My pack doesn't need a weakling like her." That is the moment my conscience dies. If that's how it is, then he can't blame me for choosing the worst possible cure.

Adelina, having just completed her shift for the first time, is summoned to Aspen after mysterious documents prove she is the fated mate of Daxon Reyes, the powerful Alpha billionaire. Though terrified and unprepared, she travels to Colorado. When their eyes meet during a pack gathering, the mate bond snaps into place. Electricity, heat, possession but also terror. Dax seems distant. He vanishes shortly after. A week later, she’s summoned again only to be rejected in front of the pack council, humiliated by the very wolf meant to protect her. Her world crumbles. RISING ACTION 1. Adelina’s Escape Broken and alone, Adelina flees Aspen with the help of Caleb, Dax’s Beta, who believes Dax was coerced. She hides in the Appalachian Mountains, where her late mother once lived. There, she discovers she is pregnant. 2. The Bloodline Truth An ancient Seer from a rogue Appalachian pack reveals the truth: Adelina is the last living descendant of the Moon Matron line ancient, powerful female wolves who were once equal in power to Alphas. Her child may carry an evolved form of werewolf power. 3. Back in Aspen Dax, haunted by visions and physical pain (side effects of rejecting a true mate), begins to question everything. He investigates Adelina’s past and discovers documents that Sylvia manipulated Adelina’s lineage was true. The Council had lied to maintain their power. 4. The Child Threat Sylvia learns of Adelina’s pregnancy and sees the child as a threat to her legacy. She sends hunters after Adelina to ensure the child never sees the moonlight. 5. Adelina Builds a New Pack Isolated but not defeated, Adelina begins forming bonds with rogues, lone wolves, and rejected females. Her strength grows. She becomes an Alpha in her own right, a Luna by force of will.

He looked right through me. Alpha Damon, my fated mate, saw only a cursed, scentless servant unworthy of his notice. His rejection was a cold blade to the heart. Then, blood and chaos shattered everything. A rogue attack broke the curse binding my true Alpha power, revealing the wolf he’d scorned. Now, he sees me. Now, he wants me. The pursuit has begun – fierce, desperate, possessive. He tries apologies, demands, even force, driven by the bond he denied. But I am not the broken girl he remembers. He will learn that earning forgiveness from the Luna he brutalized means bowing before the power he dismissed. The chase is on, but this time, I set the rules.

On the heavy traffic road rushing my father to the hospital due to a cerebral hemorrhage, we ran into my husband, who was directing traffic as a police officer. My mother was about to wind the window down and beg him for help, but I immediately stopped her and decisively turned the steering wheel, taking a narrow side road instead. In my previous life, at this exact situation, after a brief moment of hesitation, my husband had chosen to clear a path for us and personally escorted my father to the hospital. That very night, his childhood sweetheart, out of spite because he hadn't answered her calls, turned on the gas and killed herself. He seemed utterly unaffected by her death. He even organized a welcome-home party for my father when he was discharged from the hospital. But on the day of the party, he poisoned every dish on the table. "It's because of you and your damn father! If it weren't for you, Rosalin wouldn't have killed herself! You're the ones who drove her to death! You should pay for her life!" When I opened my eyes once more, I had returned to the day my father collapsed. This time, my husband answered the phone. Without a second thought, he ran to his childhood sweetheart. Yet, why had he still come to regret it?

She was discarded. Broken. Threw away like she meant nothing. Years later, she's back—not as the woman her crushed, but as the queen he never saw coming. Lyara returns as the cold CEO who rules the city from the shadows, swearing she'll never kneel for anyone. Now he’s back too, kneeling in the ruins of his own pride, swearing he’d give up his empire, his reputation, his everything just to get her back. There’s only one problem: Lyara’s not alone anymore. Ethan Ashworth was there when the world went dark. He held her up through betrayal, sadness, and the nights she cried for a child not his. He never asked for love. He just stayed. Now both men want her. Ethan wants forgiveness. Adrian wants a future. And Lyara? She wants neither. Because the only vow that matters now is the one she made to her son. But in a game of obsession, sacrifice, and second chances… choosing no one might be the most dangerous choice of all.

Daniel was young and in love, just not with the girl he was set to marry. Unfortunately for him and his would be bride, he was from a very rich and powerful family who owed a favor to someone else. His father made a private deal with the man to repay the debt by allowing his daughter to marry Daniel. The deal was made long ago, when the two were just children, but that didn't matter now. All that mattered to his father was keeping his promise and repaying his debt to the other man. He considered it a blemish on his family's good name and flat refused to die with that promise still unkept. Daniel had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.