I Can't Find Those Silver Linings

"I couldn't be more broken when I found out that I've been fooled all this while... thinking that I was being loved by him... I know that this will teach me a lesson not to trust easily in this life...Ever."★One summer.So much drama.Will Ella learn to love again?

Three years ago, Alpha King Dante Russo rejected me as his mate. Called me weak. Worthless. Unworthy. Now he wants me back—not for love, but for a contract. Six months as his Luna. Bear his heir. Twenty million dollars. But I'm not the helpless omega he remembered. I'm a Silver Wolf with ancient powers that could reshape our world. I'll play his game. Share his bed. Smile for his pack. But when this contract ends, he'll finally understand what he lost. Unless the mate bond we thought was broken destroys us both first.

The entire Nightfall pack knows that Alpha Jack Thorne is famous for his devotion toward me, his mate. Not only does he personally take care of me, but he also drills a hot spring for me, knowing how much I'm afraid of the cold. He even rests in his wolf form at my feet in front of the Elder Council. "All the decisions that I made will place my mate, Ivy Blackwood's wishes as top priority." His gentle and serious vows fill the next three years of me being Jack's mate. I'm very sure that he loves me with all his heart. That is, until I come across a social media post, where my private hot spring serves as the background. Jack, who claims that he's off to mark his territory, can be seen kissing the she-wolf in the hot spring while the upper half of his body is naked.

Not expecting to be bumped into and insulted by the new exchange student, Alexis finds it hard to even be around Joshua, after he accused her of stealing his phone to get his attention. Things get more complicated because Joshua is not only the new exchange student, but also one of the most popular teenager popstar.

There isn't any cure for migraines. But my billionaire wife, Ashley Weston, has not had a single migraine for years thanks to my daily massage with both hands. On the day I get into a car accident, I beg a passerby to call her to save me. She replies impatiently, "So you're resorting to such shameless tricks just because I won't answer your calls?" Through the phone comes the mocking laughter of her childhood friend, Jordan Hanson. My right hand is permanently fractured, and my left hand suffers from muscle weakness after the accident. A lawyer helps me draft a divorce agreement. With much difficulty, I sign it and send it to Ashley. On the day her head throbs with unbearable pain, she looks at my drooping hands and remains silent for a long time.

In the Santoro family, there was one rule: the heir marries a daughter from another powerful Family. But Alessio Santoro was crazy. He wanted to marry me, a nobody from a flower shop. He knelt in the family chapel for ten days straight. He even took a bullet fired by his own father, the Don. All just to walk away from his title and run away with me. I held him, crying, begging him to stop. He just smiled and kissed my eyes, wiping my tears. "Don't cry, Thea. As long as I can marry you, it's all worth it." In the end, the Santoros relented. But they had one condition: Alessio would still produce the next heir. Just not with me. He had to have a son with Aurelia Rossi. So I endured. I endured listening to them through the wall, night after agonizing night. I endured the smell of her perfume on his skin, the sight of her marks on his neck every time he kissed me. A year later, Aurelia got pregnant. It was a girl. Alessio begged me, his eyes red. "Just a little longer, Thea." So I waited another year. Finally, news came. Aurelia was pregnant with a boy. I thought we could finally leave, finally be free. But then disaster struck. Aurelia’s daughter had a sudden, violent allergic reaction. Everyone blamed me. They threw me in the cellar and left me to die. And Alessio? He believed them. This time, I was the one who gave up. I walked away from everything.

For three years, Isla Hale believed she had found the kind of love that defies tradition and rewrites destiny. She ran away from an arranged mating, abandoned her powerful birthright as the Alpha’s daughter of the Crescent Moon Pack, and chose her fated mate instead Rowan Vale, the charismatic heir to the Vale Pack in Harbor Ridge. Their bond was real. Fierce. Or so she thought. On a night meant to be ordinary, Isla overhears a truth that shatters everything: Rowan never stopped loving his first love. Worse, he had been drawn to Isla because she resembled her. To him, she was safe. Loyal. Convenient. A substitute. Humiliated but composed, Isla makes a quiet decision that will change all their lives she will return home and accept the arranged mating she once rejected. A political union with Adrian Blackwood, the cold and formidable Alpha whose name commands respect across territories. What Rowan doesn’t know is that Isla is not the gentle, ordinary she-wolf he assumed her to be. She is heir to one of the oldest bloodlines in the region. And once she leaves, she will not return the same. As old feelings resurface, alliances shift, and secrets unravel, Rowan begins to realize that love is not about resemblance or convenience it is about choice. But by the time he understands what Isla truly meant to him, she may already belong to another Alpha… and to a future far beyond his reach. Whispers beneath the silver moon is an emotionally charged romance about pride, power, identity, and the devastating cost of being someone’s second choice. It is a story about the kind of love that wounds and the kind that forces you to decide whether destiny is enough or if love must be chosen every single day.

Katya was having recurring nightmares. She was being chased by a Pack of Wolves. No matter how fast she ran they followed her. She could not escape them. She tried to run faster but her paws were blistered and tired. Paws? Katya's heart stopped beating, She had paws, and a long snout as well as razor-sharp teeth. This nightmare was weird, how could she be a Wolf? All is not what it seems and Katya's life was about to change forever.

The wealthy Governor is in a fix when the wealthiest business family in the town asks his youngest daughter’s hand in marriage to their oldest heir in order to even their past betrayals and settle down their generation old enmity into an alliance. With both the families having their own secrets to hide, will this alliance be fruitful or will the first meeting of the billionaire heir and the Governor’s daughter turn things upside down? A story where Opposites Repel. ____ "Dream on, Mr Kayden Knight. I will never be your bride." Eleanor said through gritted teeth. "We are two headstrong people, Eleanor Watson. We will have enough time to clash after our marriage. So, stop creating problems now and smile for the cameras to give them their desired headline." Kayden Knight gives a gentle squeeze to her shoulder and continues smirking at the photographers. Eleanor gives him a wary glance and does as told.

I'm the heir of the York family in Yarrowdale. My parents request that I choose either June Langley, my female bodyguard or Jasmine Turner, the low-income student that my family has been sponsoring as my wife. I had had a crush on Jasmine for a long time. On the day I was supposed to draw lots, I tampered with the box and chose her as my wife. But after we got married, Jasmine plotted to let the butler's son, Marcus Lockwood, take my place as the new heir. Just like that, I fell from grace and became the impostor that everyone looked down on. Then, I was cast out of my own home. Jasmine then introduced Marcus and their illegitimate child into the York family. Her actions gave my parents heart attacks, leading to their deaths. Before my death, I witnessed Jasmine gifting the Yorks' shares to Marcus. She even shattered my parents' urns just to appease him. "Tristan, you had spent your life in luxury. Now, it's Marcus' turn." When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I'm meant to choose my wife by drawing lots. This time, I've changed the names on both lots to June Langley, my loyal bodyguard.