Kendall Jenner Dog Breed

I’d thought Christmas would end on a sad note. December 25th, which started with my husband’s fraud discovery, caught him with our supposed maid in the afternoon… I wasn’t expecting anything for the evening. “Take me anywhere. Somewhere loud, mad, anything just anywhere from these disgusting humans.” The driver really took my request seriously. He took me away from humans to the dangerous and lustful world of the shape-shifters. I’d doubted, thinking the fangs were for Halloween until THEY appeared. They offered me what my husband and I make in a year for a night. I thought I was painting December Detty for just one night by accetping thier offer. But they said no. "We're the Alphas of the Dynera pack, a woman once ours, is forever ours"

On a stormy night during the apocalypse, my own mother threw me out of the house while I was burning with fever, along with my husky, so my little brother would have a better chance of surviving. She shouted through the crack in the door, “Take that useless mutt and go die somewhere. Stop wasting your brother’s food!” I huddled in a pile of trash with my dog in my arms, convinced I was going to die. Then my husky suddenly spoke. “Host’s vital signs critically low. Infinite Supply Search System activated.” “Supermarket warehouse one hundred meters ahead. Three thousand freeze-dried meals detected.” “Pharmacy five hundred meters to the left. Five hundred boxes of antibiotics detected.” Three days later, I’d built a fortress with packs of dogs and mountains of supplies. I sat inside eating steak and watching the show. Outside the barbed wire, my mother and brother were on their knees, fighting each other over half a piece of moldy bread. I smiled. “Mom, even dogs wouldn’t eat that. Better savor it.”

I am the orphaned hybrid of a vampire and a werewolf. After my parents died, I was sent to the Silvermoon Pack, taken in by a distant relative on my father's side. They had three sons—triplets—each carrying the noble Alpha bloodline. In public, they were the epitome of grace and charm. But behind closed doors, they were my living nightmare. They despised me. To them, my blood was a stain, my existence a mistake. But in their world, I was more than just an outcast—I was prey. They made a bet: who would be the first to have me? To them, it wasn't just about desire. It was about possession, control. A way to chain me to them, to turn me into their plaything. They drugged me and watched as I collapsed at their feet, powerless, theirs to toy with as they pleased. In the end, they ruined me. Smeared my name until the whole pack sneered at me. Then came the bonfire festival. They tricked me away from the crowd and threw me into a pit—a collapsed silver mine, its air thick with toxic silver dust. Torches rained down, their flames licking at the walls, while the silver seeped into my body. It poisoned me slowly. Bit by bit, my body unraveled. And finally, my consciousness dissolved into the dark. But when I opened my eyes again, everything had reset. I had returned to the beginning. One of the triplets, Reine, smirked as he leaned in, his voice laced with amusement. "Ayla, what a beautiful name. May I invite you to the bonfire festival?" The bonfire festival? Of course. This time, let's make it your last night.

My grandfather died on a covert mission, and authorities approved a grand funeral in his honor. Concerned about my grief, my fiancé offered to handle the arrangements. On the day of the funeral, I arrived with my grandfather's ashes, only to find his portrait discarded on the ground, replaced by one of a dog. Furious, I tried to remove it, but my fiancé's adopted sister stopped me. "Hands off that portrait!" Suppressing my fury, I countered, "This is my grandfather's funeral. He was a decorated hero." "So what?" She shrugged, sneering, "Isaac said Luck deserves the grandest send-off. If you've got a problem, take it up with him. Adoring me, he'd cancel your engagement and ditch you in a heartbeat." I laughed incredulously, calling Isaac's family. "You people begged for this engagement. Since when does your adopted daughter get to call it off?"

Sirius remembers being born. He knows who he is. He knows the Commander will come. He remembers before. He knows the future. A hybrid dog/wolf serving the British Military? Look closer. He will pay the debt he owes humankind. Then he will take his rightful place. The first book is his history. The Lycanthrope. The King who needs a Queen. The second book is his future. He will make many sacrifices and face many battles. Sirius must win For the sake of the Immortals, For the sake of humankind For the sake of the Earth.

He is a beast of the darkness, a lover of divine violence and righteous wrath. She is a notorious thief, an embodiment of independence and free will. When their paths cross a battle of freedom ensues for at his feet He will make her kneel and in his bed He will have her submit until she is the strongest of the strong, the wildest of the wild, the wolf leading the wolves. But at what cost?

Giselle Piper is breathtaking—sexy, alluring, and born a rare breeder. Males from every pack crave her. She-wolves hate her. Jealousy follows her like a shadow. After a brutal attack, she wakes up with no memory… and in the arms of Alpha Jake, a powerful heir who needs a fake mate. He calls her Alona. But when sparks ignite and secrets unravel, can a fake bond turn into something real—or will her hidden past ruin everything?

Once a proud Luna of a thriving Pack, Amalthea's life went up in a flame of lies, when she was framed for a crime she didn't commit– Adultery. Betrayed by those she trusted, Amalthea is stripped of her title, her dignity, and forced into the hands of the Lycan King as nothing but a tool to secure his bloodline. The Lycan Kingdom has no place for weaklings, and being wolfless puts her at a disadvantage. In this new world, friends aren't really friends, and foes may not be foes. Can she rise above all this and prove that she can be more? Or will she get consumed by the forces at play here?

Alpha Zayn was cursed at birth for his father’s sins. He is powerful but lonely, beautiful yet unloved. A dark shadow follows him everywhere. His inner beast is always hungry, demanding a blood sacrifice every full moon. For years, young women were sent to him, but none ever survived the night until Ariana Whitestone.

Kamila is a successful business woman who doesn't have luck with love. After her last breakup, her best friend advised her to get a dog. She adopted two dogs without knowing that they were actually werewolves Dylan and Ryan are twin brothers and Alpha of Silver Moon pack. They were travelling alone and got attacked by rogue. Too injured to heal on their own until they got picked by a pound. Kamila adopted them and turned out to be their mate. She found out about this two and her life changed in ways she couldn't imagine. "You are ours. You have been ours since you were born and will always be ours"-Dylan "You are our mate our life. You own us as much as we own you"- Ryan