Indian Eyes

At Juvenile Academy, everyone knows Miguel Ashford—the Alpha’s son, born to rule with looks sharp enough to cut and a temper that keeps the campus in line, no one dares to defy him. No one… except the quiet transfer student with grey eyes and undetectable scent. Cauis. The supposed Beta. Miguel hates how he doesn’t flinch before him, hates how those unreadable eyes meet his without fear and when a petty act of revenge backfires— a poison meant for Cauis ending up in Miguel’s own drink. Everything spirals. Now Miguel’s body burns in constant heat, his control slipping more each day. No one’s scent can soothe it. No one… except Cauis who suprisenly had a scent that could calm an Alpha. But what kind of Beta can make an Alpha tremble? Was he really a beta? Or something much more than an Alpha?

"You don't have to like me Leila, but I sure as hell won't let you hate me" I pause, glaring at him. "What choice do I have?" His eyes crawl down my body, making the feeling I've fought to bury bubble to the top. "The only one's that's available" he Whispered against my ear. "Because I've no intention of letting you go" Werewolves exist. Human Slave Rogue. Whichever you choose, their all the same in the werewolf realm. When things take a turn for the worst, Grayson's eyes are turned on me, the little frail human that he orders to lift her skirt but won't ever will. No one refuses his order, but I'm not a possession or anyone's whore. How persistent can one man be? Especially when there's nothing that points to rewriting the stars of fate.

"Remember who the fucking Alpha is here!" Reinhardt roared as he rose to his feet, every muscle tightening. His scarlet eyes flared, reflecting across the room as his fangs pushed through his gums. "I am your elder brother. And remember the goal," he growled, dangerous and trembling with fury. Bertolt turned, his own eyes now glowing yellow. He stepped forward, fearless. "Hmmn. A selfish, ego‑driven bastard who will use anyone, sacrifice anyone, to achieve that goal? That’s who you want me to remember?" he snarled. "If you won’t kill Lisa, I will. Or is that the problem? Are you in love? Or just using her too?" Reinhardt snapped. His fist slammed into Bertolt with a thunderous crack, sending him crashing through the hospital wall and reducing it to rubble. "You fucking bastard!" Reinhardt roared. "You know how much pain I endure for this family, and you dare call me selfish?"

When I turned 18, my mother married my stepfather, a retired mafia kingpin, and I moved with her into a luxurious mansion. Just when I thought my life was heading toward happiness, my stepbrother, the new mafia boss, stormed into my life. He was like a devil, with delicate eyebrows, a high, sharp nose, and lips that were always tightly pressed together beneath a cold expression. Every time our eyes met, I felt a chill run through me, making it hard to breathe. I tried my best to avoid him, but he had no intention of letting me go. “My stepsister, from the moment I first saw you, I knew I couldn’t let you go. You can’t escape—you’re destined to be mine.” I stared into his possessive eyes as his body pressed down on mine. “No, you're my stepbrother, we can't……"

Barrett, alone and hurt. Everything she has worked hard always ended up in vain. The day she has ever awaited would be the biggest tragedy of her life. As she traveled alone in the mountains, the fangs that almost bit her bare neck didn’t bother her. And finally, as she fell on the high cliff where only the hard waves hit the spike stones, her body was wrapped in cold scales that embodied death. The moment she met him, everything rings danger in her head ,"You smelled great and desirable, won’t you be my mate? “ this handsome gentleman grins and confidently grabs her wrist in order to capture and make no escape. As she stared deep into his eyes “Don’t stare too much, I might hold on to you for the rest of your life.” he inches closer and the deep golden emerald eyes that mesmerize her more as if enslaving her very own soul.

Seven years of marriage. Seven years of building a quiet, loving life with my husband, Harry, centered around our sweet son, Leo. But our fragile world shattered the moment her shadow fell across our doorstep—Harry's captivating first love, Claire, and her son, Jake. She and her son forced Leo to eat an entire sugary cake on his birthday, causing his blood sugar to rise dangerously. I tried to stop them, but the real betrayal came from my husband, who emotionally tortured our son into eating the last sugary bomb, leading him to death. I hadn't recovered from the trauma of watching my son die before my eyes when my husband blew away Leo's ashes before my eyes, the only remains of my son. That was when I decided, not only to divorce him, but to make him pay for his each and every sin.

“I'm not asking you to love me back. As long as you let me love you, I'll love you till I die"_______________ Being rejected and thrown out of the pack by her mate and Lover was something Kiara never saw coming. She watched her life crumble before her eyes and decided that she was never going to forgive him no matter what. Two years later, after trying to put the past behind her and ignoring her ex lover and mate as much as she could, She bumped into him and the emotions and pain that had once been buried deep down surfaces to the top. But when a Powerful Alpha and a mafia Lord both have eyes on her, wanting her as their mate. Would she follow her heart which has longed for her mate? Or would she choose the man who would lay his world under her feet?

When Claire was asked to be Ethan's after-school tutor, she was up to the task. She didn't think that it would be hard to keep her emotions at bay despite the spoiled rich boy's piercing eyes and flirty disposition, but little did she know that she was in for more trouble than it seemed.

He came for blood. He stayed for the enigmatic boy on stage. Lucian Moreau is the cold, calculated heir to Europe’s deadliest crime empire. Sent to Barcelona to smoke out traitors, he never expected him—Jace, the hypnotic stripper with bruised eyes, a knife-sharp mouth, and a body made to tempt devils.

Alpha Trevor's pack found a cub, a baby wolf, inside a cave near the falls. The baby's eyes was as cold as the winter and her fur is majestic brown and white. The whole pack instantly fall in love with her. That day after they found her, the Alpha took care of her. As the day pass by and her adolescence start, she necame the most majestic werewolf in the pack. She grew up fierce. Coinciding with her 18th Birthday, The round moon appeared out of season. She danced with the Alpha but suddenly both of their eyes turns into different color. They both howl and cry in front of everyone. A symbol burns both of their wrist and an old werewoman shouted, "The Alpha's mate has appeared." They all shout in joy and happiness but her identity and genealogy remained unknown. And eventually, her character may be damage. What if her true identity will bring danger in the pack? What will she do if her identity can kill the Alpha or the Pack? What if, just what if, she's the demon and werewowolf's daughter?