Karlach Zethino Answers

Rejected. Burned. Forgotten and left to die. Serena was nothing more than an omega in the shadows—until disaster befell their pack and kills her mother. They saw her as cursed and reduced her to a slave. The first daughter of the Alpha king. Her mated Alpha whom she loved so much, rejected her publicly and chose her sister as his Luna. Her father ordered her execution by death in the fire. They thought the flames would consume her. But the fire doesn’t kill a phoenix. It awakens her. Now, Serena has returned—reborn with powers no pack has ever seen, cloaked in mystery, chosen by the moon goddess and bound to a darkness that answers only to her. She’s not back for love. She’s back for vengeance, revenge. But when fate ties her to the Lycan prince with secrets of his own, she is armed with power and authority. She could choose to go solo and destroy everything in her path as she returns to Bluemoon Pack for revenge or she could give herself to this new found burning desire that could destroy her. Serena is here to stay and no mated Alpha can take what rightfully belongs to her. Not when the moon goddess has not ordained it.

•The story traces the transformation of a young woman as her otherwise ordinary life was rudely interrupted by one tragic event after another. She then used her sexual prowess, her innate ability to be one step ahead of her erstwhile adversaries in and out of the ob-lo, or the jailhouse where she was incarcerated, and her cunning to turn things around by unexpectedly aligning herself with her enemies and disposing of her seemingly most trusted friends and acquaintances. In other words, from an ordinary life, Nina transformed into a femme fatale. The story is also a steamy prison novel full of the unexpected romance and the exciting thrill of escaping the ob-lo and finally getting the much-sought justice served - before the deadline for innocence finally expires. Nina’s story also reveals the deep cracks in the judicial system of the country. But who are Nina’s real enemies and true friends? How could she prove her innocence to a crime she did not commit at all? The answers to these intriguing questions would somehow only be revealed in the final chapter of this story. In the end, a twist of fate led Nina’s luck to smile at her, but with the most dangerous of consequences; and no longer as a mere femme fatale, but the biggest drug lord this side of the world would now have to contend with.

The supplementary card I've issued for my grandmother shows that an eight-thousand-dollar purchase has taken place in another city. But the transaction records show that the money is used on hymenoplasty. I'm shell-shocked, to say the least. Grandma is 84 years old this year. She's been bedridden and paralyzed for years. Why would she even get hymenoplasty done on her, to begin with? But when my investigation leads me to a plastic surgery hospital, I find out that my wife, Stella Watson, is actually the lead doctor of said clinic. So, I call her to demand answers from her. However, Stella refuses to answer my questions properly. "Don't worry, honey. Something's most likely wrong with the system. Betsy is already this old—why would she have her hymen repaired?" That's just a bullshit answer coming from her. She seriously thinks I'm gullible enough to believe her. I merely huff coldly in return before calling my dad, who works in the Department of Commerce. "Dad, Stella is most likely cheating on me. I want her plastic surgery hospital as compensation for my impending divorce!"

Finding love is supposed to be easy. You turn twenty-one and you scent your mate and the rest falls into place. Well, for most people. But not for me. No, I was rejected the second we discovered we were mates. Now five years later I have moved on and here he is once more. Not to claim me and make me his, nope. Maverick is here to take me to be courted by his boss, the Alpha of Alpha’s. The worst part? Maverick has only gotten more attractive over the years and his eyes are saying a hell of a lot more than his sealed lips. Lips I fully intend to get answers from. Two words: Tatum Rhodes. My best friend's little sister, my ex mate. The very last person I want to be picking up to deliver to my Alpha as his potential chosen mate. Rumor is second chance mates aren’t a thing, I can believe that. But they also say once the mate bond is broken so is the attraction. And that I can confirm with certainty is bullshit, because I feel like I just found the fucking sun after five years of living in a dungeon.

The college entrance exam began, and I waited nervously for the papers to be handed out. Just as I was about to take the test paper from the invigilator, a floating line of text suddenly drifted across my vision. [Don't take it. The paper is coated with deadly poison. You'll die the moment you touch it.] Before my mind could even process what was happening, pure survival instinct made my hand jerk back. The paper slipped from my grasp and fell to the ground. I stiffly met with the invigilator's lifeless, mechanical eyes. He stared at me without blinking, then slowly bent down, picked up the test paper, flipped it over, and placed it back on my desk. "Good luck on your exam." His cold voice snapped me out of the fear brought on by that strange message. Just as I was starting to think that it was nothing more than nerves playing tricks on my eyes, the exam hall speakers started playing instructions. "The listening test will now begin. Please mark your answers on the corresponding answer sheet. The papers will be collected in 15 minutes. Anyone who fails to submit on time will be eliminated!" A wave of terror instantly overwhelmed me.

"You want to hate me?" Kazimir murmured, his teeth grazing her mark. "Then hate me harder." Ariel Blondeau is a forgotten Omega, a ghost in the underworld, until Kazimir "The Beast" Rossi and his three brothers Nikolai, Lev, Dimitri drag her into their empire of blood and gold. He’s the most feared mafia king in the city. She is the only living relation of his sworn enemy. Ten years ago, Kazimir burned her pack to ashes for her father's betrayal to the Rossi family. Now, he is back to finish what he started, except Ariel isn’t the helpless girl he remembers. She’s a storm wrapped in skin, with a body that kills Alphas on contact. And Kazimir? He’s no lesser Alpha. When he finds Ariel, the girl who should be dead, his wolf goes feral, so he kidnaps her and chains her to his bed and demands answers: How is she alive? Why does her body reject every Alpha but him? And most importantly, why does his wolf howl for her, even though he hates her with every fibre of his being? Warning: Contains a savage Alpha who collects debts in flesh, an Omega who bites back, and a bond that will leave them both bleeding.

Alexander’s life was in darkness when his wife, Isabella Grey died five years ago in a tragic accident. To the world, he was a cold, powerful billionaire whose calm voice terrifies more than rage. But behind the empire and control lies a broken man still haunted by one impossible wish: to see his dead wife,  just one more time. But he never expected that wish to come true when he saw a stranger walk into his life with his wife's face.  The woman he saw as his wife was Aria Bennett, an architect from New York. And she doesn’t remember him or their love. She refuses to belong to him or be the wife he desperately wanted her to be. To Aria, Alexander is nothing but a dangerous, controlling stranger. Yet the closer she gets to him, the more her reality begins to fracture. Memories that aren’t hers invade her mind. A child calls her “mum” A life she never lived starts bleeding into her own. Desperate for answers, she uncovers a truth more terrifying than death. Now, a question was thrown to her: If your entire life was a lie… Who would you choose to become? Aria Bennett? Or Isabella Grey?

Athena Foster never ever thought that her life would go off track by just one mistake. As a respected fertility specialist, she prided herself with always been very accurate with all her patients, that is until a mix-up at the clinic left her pregnant with a stranger's child. Xander Knight a ruthless billionaire isn't the kind of man to accept accidents, so when he learns his sperm was wrongfully implanted into a random woman, he is more than just angry... He is furious, demanding answers, the baby and worse... 'her'. But Athena isn’t the weak, submissive, batting eyelash kind of women he’s used to throwing orders to. She refuses to be bullied by him but Xander turns out to be more stubborn than the horrible germs in the incubator trash bin. As Athena fights over with the 'no good' billionaire, she finds out that her pregnancy is more than a mistake. With strange things happening around her; pregnancy hormones, constant horny feelings, weird cravings and the strange attraction that keeps pulling her to the self centered man that keeps her within his eye sight ... She wonders how on earth she would escape this mess.

Our pup, Kyle Draven, is burning with a fever of 104 degrees Fahrenheit. His small body convulses as he cries out for his father. But my husband, the Alpha, doesn't care. Julian Draven ignores our son's suffering because Kyle's cries might disturb his precious Linda Griffin. "Linda's trying on evening gowns. Stop using Kyle to get my attention. You're pathetic." Linda deliberately monopolizes my husband's time, then shows up with cake for Kyle like she's some saint. When Kyle eats it, he vomits black-purple blood. The cake had Wolfsbane. I confront her, desperate for answers, but Julian responds with a vicious slap and crushes me under his Alpha authority. "Linda wouldn't hurt a fly. How could she poison anyone? You clearly framed her. What kind of mother poisons her own pup?" He shatters my spine and throws both me and our dying pup into the Borderlands. Just as he gives the order to kill us, a roar erupts from deep within the forest—the kind that makes every beast submit. My childhood friend has returned.

At the engagement party, the champagne tower is only half-built when Marcus Harrison answers a phone call. He glances at me and says, "I have to go. Lily collapsed at the airport." I say, "If you leave, we're done." He leaves anyway, in front of 200 guests. He carries Lily Bardot in his arms, wearing the coat I gave him, as he drives away in my car. The next day, he sends me an email that reads, "Lily will be moving into my apartment. She needs me, and I hope you can understand. Once Lily gets better, we'll get married. Please trust me." I stare at the screen and suddenly laugh. So what he wants isn't someone who loves him. It's someone who needs him. And I'm too independent, so I don't make the cut. That evening, I scroll through my contacts and find a number I've never given a second glance to. It belongs to someone who's been waiting for me for 23 years. I dial it. "Tomorrow night, 7:00 pm. Meet me at the restaurant by the sea."