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Sent away for years to a human college in the UK, I never understood why my parents were so desperate to keep me far from home. We lived like ghosts, no pack, no territory, just three lone wolves pretending to be normal in a world never meant for us. I didn’t question it until the night I returned and found my reality turned to ash. Walking into a house soaked in my parents' blood shattered my soul. My father’s heart had been ripped from his chest. With her final breath, my mother left me a single name: Alpha Drakan. I made a vow, I would find him and rip his heart out the same way he ripped my father’s. That promise was the only thing keeping me breathing as I tracked the hidden Wolf Kingdom, forcing my way into a world I never knew. I was to play the part of a broken stray omega seeking refuge in his pack. But then I hit a wall. Alpha Drakan was already dead. Not recently, but long before the slaughter. His son, Alpha Damir now sat on the throne. For a moment, it didn't matter, blood for blood. If the father was gone, the son would pay. Yet, doubt lingered. My mother hadn't been delirious; she was certain. If Drakan was dead, who really killed them? Rage doesn't allow for patience. I chose Damir to bleed for my grief. I got close, studying him, sharpening my hatred until I was ready to strike. But when I finally stood before him, everything went wrong. One look into his eyes and something ancient snapped. A primal heat wrapped around my chest, pulling me toward him. The man I came to kill wasn’t just my enemy. He was my mate.

I was born to shine. But the fate had others plans for me. The moment my feet left the edge, the world fell silent. There was only wind. And peace. For one fragile heartbeat, I was free. Like a bird. Then something slammed into me from behind. Arms. Hard. Unforgiving. The impact hurled me sideways instead of down. Wood splintered. Something inside me cracked. Darkness rushed in and I welcomed it. … “Open. Your. Eyes.” The voice was quiet, slow, deliberate. It forced its way through bone and blood. An Alpha command. Pain detonated through me as air tore back into my lungs. My body convulsed against my will. I tried to sink back into the quiet—to finish what I had started. “You were NEVER given permission to die.” Power wrapped around the words like chains. My eyes snapped open. We were beyond the pack’s borders. The air felt colder. Wilder. Untouched by law or duty. For one second, I had belonged to nothing. And he had dragged me back. He loomed above me, fury carved into every sharp angle of his face. His breathing was controlled, his posture dominant - absolute. If anyone were watching from the cliffs, they would see an Alpha asserting ownership. His jaw tightened, irritated at being forced to deal with something that should have already been resolved. I had complicated his plans. “Drink.” His wrist pressed my mouth. The metallic scent hit first. I tried to clamp my lips shut. But Alpha commands do not ask. They take. My mouth opened against my will and his blood burned down my throat, spreading heat through my chest. A cruel gift. He would not even grant me the mercy of dying on my own terms. And I understood - even my death did not belong to me.

[WWARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "I... I'm not sure what I'm asking for," Serena admitted. "But I know I want you. Even if it scares me to death." Her voice trembled slightly. His hand covered hers, pressing it more firmly against his hardened length. "Tell me to stop. Tell me now, or I won't be able to hold back." his tone was both a challenge and a plea. Serena swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest at the electric tension between them. "I don't want you to stop," she breathed, barely recognizing her own voice. His eyes darkened even more. So much so that the ambers in them completely disappeared. He gnashed his teeth so hard as he fought for control. Serena could feel the tension radiating off him in waves like a spring ready to snap. "You don't know what you're doing to me," he growled roughly. She bit her lip, both thrilled and intimidated by the raw need in his voice. Her fingers trailed along the hard line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there. "Show me," she challenged. His breathing grew even more ragged. Serena could see the struggle on his face - the battle between his overwhelming desire and his need to protect her from his own intensity. "I could hurt you," he warned again. "I'm not sure I can ever be gentle with you. I’m rough. My kind of sex is brutal." --------- Serena's life hit rock bottom when she caught her husband cheating on her with her best friend. She decided to lose herself in a bar, hoping to wash away her pain. However, life has this funny way of messing up plans – she ended up in a one-night stand that only added more trouble to her already chaotic reality.

On my first day back with the Cannon family as the true heiress, I heard the voice of the family’s guardian spirit. “You must stop your father from investing in the West City project. There’s an ancient tomb beneath the site. He’ll lose everything.” I convinced my father, Aaron Cannon, to abandon the project and invest in North City instead. But a factory next to the North City site had a toxic gas leak. Dozens of workers died overnight. Aaron lost his entire fortune to the compensation. While the family was drowning in despair, the guardian spirit spoke again. “Money can be earned again, but it’s a pity your mother will die in a car crash tomorrow when she goes out to borrow money from an old friend.” I immediately stopped my mother, Sally Cannon, from leaving the house. She avoided the car accident but tragically died from a sudden heart attack. With tears streaming down his face, Aaron told me she had been having chest pains for days but had endured the pain. She had only decided to go to the hospital today because she could not bear it any longer. My blood ran cold. By stopping her from going out, I had ultimately caused her death. Overwhelmed with grief, Aaron drank pesticide and died on the spot. Overnight, there was no one left in the family but me and the fake heiress, Pearl Cannon. To repay the debts and support my education, Pearl took on three jobs a day. Then, the guardian spirit spoke to me once more. “Your sister has been dragged into an alley. Go save her now!” I rushed to the location. I arrived breathless and frantic, but I was already too late. My sister lay in a pool of blood. She was not breathing anymore. I thought, ‘Mia Talbert, it’s all your fault! You’re a curse. You should’ve died instead!’ Consumed by despair, I jumped from a tall building and ended my miserable life. When I opened my eyes, I had traveled to the past.

I parted my lips to speak, when Lila cut in. "It's a sensitive topic, father. Can we eat now?" She requested. I sighed gratefully, watching his actions without showing that I was. He held a glass of wine, and raised it gracefully. I stifled a moan. Goddess, his actions alone were enough to arouse me. He took a sensual sip, and I looked away, feeling my nipples hardening. When last had I felt the life being fucked out of me. Ever since my last boyfriend, that was. I hadn't had good sex since then. ~~~ "If you'll excuse me please." My voice barely sounded like a whisper. Without waiting for another minute, I rushed away, towards my room. I placed my back against the door, breathing hard. I didn't need to check, I could feel my juices soaking through my painties. It was lucky none of them saw my hardened nipple peeking through my dress. Goddess knew why I hadn't worn a bra. I needed a release. The thought had hardly formed in my head, when I rushed towards the bathroom, shutting the door close. I got under the shower, and turned it on. Placing my left leg on the wall, I closed my eyes. I pictured Vincenzo tracing his hand over my shoulder and I shuddered. I pushed my head back, my finger moving farther down my leg. I rubbed gently on my folds through the material, and moaned softly. I was fucking aroused. **** After banishment from her pack, Ella seeks refuge in her friend’s pack. The last thing she ever thought would happen was to fall for her friend’s father and the pleasure he has to offer. Can she navigate the treacherous waters of forbidden love and still maintain her relationship with her best friend?

"W-what the fudge am I gonna do?” Citrine found herself in a panic as she saw the blood flowing in Rivers"s stomach. “Don"t you dare die on me! I'm telling you River!"She hasted in a very panic tone because she can’t afford to see a person dying in front of her. P-pwede tumahimik k-ka?” Nahihirapang salita ni River sa kanya habang sapo-sapo nito ang kanyang tiyan na may tama ng bala. Kinuha nito ang kanyang kamay upang ipangtakip sa sugat nito na mas lalo niyang ikinataranta. “F-fuck! Come on, Ill take you to the hospital! "She shouted when she felt his body was hot. Sinapo pa niya ang noo nito but River refused to be touched. She was stunned to speak again when she noticed how River gave him a look while breathing heavily. “Kapag pumunta tayo ng hospital, Tatakasan mo ko, Hindi pwede. D-dito ka lang," Sagot nito habang tinitiis ang sakit. River was one of the members who tried to kidnapped him. In his state, she could easily leave him and escape but how could she leave the person who also tried to keep her safe? She was about to move her hands when she felt River had passed out. She slowly moved near to his heart to check if there is any heartbeat. Muli siyang nag-panic ng hindi niya maramdaman ang tibok ng puso nito kung kaya't napahawak siya sa magkabilang pisngi nito at tinignan ang nakapikit na binata. She automatically pressed her lips against him to give him a CPR but he wasn't moving! She was lost when she suddenly felt his lips was moving and there! She just kissed her hot kidnapper! How on earth and heaven that this gorgeous, fine young man, good-looking and stud-muffin guy became her kidnapper?

The Bloodfang Pack’s Alpha has declared a grand warrior match. A test of strength, cunning, and dominance. The werewolf who emerges victorious will not only earn the title of champion but will also claim his most beautiful daughter as a mate. But everyone knows this is just a formality. No matter who wins, I should be the one to marry Harken Shadowfang. He and I grew up together, our wolves intertwined by years of shared hunts and whispered promises beneath the full moon. He has always been my destined mate—or so I thought. The match begins, and Harken deliberately loses. I watch as he kneels in the dirt, breathing heavily, his sharp golden eyes flicking toward me with something cruel, something mocking. A chill runs down my spine. Why? Why would he do this? The victor stands tall, his fur still bristling from the heat of battle. Alaric Jaggedmane. A warrior through and through, his aura is heavy with the weight of a true Alpha—something Harken never had. Without hesitation, I step forward, lifting the warrior’s wreath. "Congratulations," I say, my voice steady. "You're now my husband." A furious snarl rips through the air. Harken storms toward me like a rabid beast, his fangs bared, his hands trembling as he snatches the wreath from my grasp. "Why didn't you pick me?" he demands, his voice bordering on madness. I meet his gaze without fear. Because in my past life, I did. I chose him. I thought he loved me. I thought we would be happy. But I was a fool. After my father’s death, Harken locked me away, keeping me weak with silver-laced drugs while he took his true mate, Ravyn Evermoon, to public events at his side. I was nothing but a tool. A stepping stone for his ambitions. A title to secure his rule. It was only then that I learned of his betrayal— of the three children he had already fathered with her. And so now, with this second chance granted to me by the Moon Goddess herself, I do not waver. I will not be Harken’s pawn again.

Room 1167. I was just about to knock, nakataas na yung kamay ko, my fingers hanging just inches away from the door matapos walang sumagot sa doorbell. For a second, napahinto ako. And I was about to step back, ready to leave and just report it, when suddenly— Biglang bumukas ang pinto at hindi pa man ako nakaka react nang tuliyan ay may kamay na biglang humablot sa pulso ko papasok sa loob ng kwarto. “Ah—!” Sa hindi inaasahang pangyayari, I was pulled inside. “Argh.” Mahinang halinghin ng lalaki, his arms wrapped around my body like he had no strength left to keep himself up. His head suddenly dropped onto my shoulder, the weight of it catching me completely off guard. May kakaibang amoy ang kaniyang kwarto, mabango ngunit sa katagalan ay nakakahilo, hanggang sa bigla nalang akong nakaramdam ng pagkainit sa aking katawan. “W-what are you doing…” I managed to say kahit medyo nanginginig ako ng kaunti at kinakabahan. I could feel his breathing against my skin, uneven and warm, slightly shaky. “A-ang init.” Mahina niyang bulong habang dahan dahang inaalis ang kaniyang suot na coat. “What the fuck is happening?” Bulong ko sa aking sarili at mas lalong nakaramdam ng kaba. “Put me down!” Sigaw ko matapos niya akong buhatin at biglang ibaba sa kama. For a second, everything happened too fast. Nasa ibabaw ko na siya at mukhang hindi na kayang pigilan pa ang kaniyang sarili. “Ohhh…” Mahinang ungol ko nang unti unti na niya akong halik-halikan sa aking leeg habang ang kaniyang kanang kamay ay marahang binubuksan ang butones ng uniporme ko. My hands were tightly wrapped around his neck habang pilit siyang idinidiin sa aking leeg. “Shit!” Ungol ko nang biglan niyang sipsipin ang aking dibdib habang bumababa ang kanang kamay niya sa aking pagkababae.

The day my brother, Chester Rodney, came to the orphanage to take me home, my boyfriend Dominic Huxley looked at me coldly and said, "If you choose to acknowledge your birth family, we're over." I knew he had his pride—he could never accept the difference in our social standing. So, for him, I turned my back on the family I had yearned for my whole life. In the decades that followed, I toiled without complaint, saving every cent to help him rise to success. By the time I was not yet fifty, overwork had worn me down. Lying on my deathbed, my breathing shallow and weak, I watched Dominic on television. He was now an acclaimed scientist, just awarded the nation's highest research honor. Tears welled in his eyes as he thanked another woman. "All these years," he said, "I never felt worthy of Alicia. But now, maybe I can use this award as the prologue to a love I've owed her for decades." The "Alicia" he spoke of was the woman mistakenly switched with me at birth—the false heiress the Rodney family raised as their own. The camera zoomed out. Alicia Rodney stood radiant, graceful, and perfectly preserved by years of luxury, blushing as she accepted the trophy. "I waited for you for decades," she said sweetly, "but marriage is still something I'll need to ask my brother about." Chester, who had long taken over the family, looked at her with an indulgent tenderness tinged with something unspoken. "I was adopted by our uncle back then for one reason—to protect Alicia. Making the only princess of the Rodney family happy has always been my life's mission." Only then did I realize—everything I thought I had chosen freely, every sacrifice I made without regret, was nothing but a trap, carefully woven by two men, all for Alicia. The betrayal pierced my heart. I died without peace. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Chester came to take me home from the orphanage. I glanced past the two men eyeing me with subtle disdain. Without hesitation, I stepped into the car. "Take me home," I said. This time, I'd send whoever stole my life back to the gutter they slithered from.

The cold seawater engulfs me, its relentless pull dragging me into the abyss. I kick desperately, my lungs burning, but the surface drifts farther and farther away. "Save me, Kane… save our child…" Pain lances through my body as I clutch my stomach, shielding the fragile life within me. The child I never thought I'd have, the child who was supposed to be our blessing. Through the watery haze, I see Kane Porter standing on the jagged cliffs above the shore. His tall, commanding figure is framed by the moonlight, his golden eyes burning with hatred. The alpha of the Nightfall Pack, the man who once whispered my name with reverence, now looks at me like I'm filth beneath his feet. His voice cuts through the roaring waves, sharp and merciless. "Don't think I don't know what you've done, Selene." The currents tug me deeper. My strength wanes, but his words stab deeper than the water ever could. "You drugged me with a philter, hoping to make me mark you—hoping to force your way into the position of my Luna. Because of your selfishness, Arya is gone. You destroyed her mind, pushed her into madness!" A shadow of despair twists across his face, but it vanishes beneath pure fury. "She fell from that cliff because of you." I shake my head, but I can’t speak. The sea is swallowing my voice. "Do you know what it’s like to wake up every day in torment? To live knowing the woman I loved died because of you?" His eyes glint like a wolf ready to tear out his prey's throat. "I want you to feel every ounce of that pain. I want you and your cursed child to die with her." The waves crash above me, and darkness claws at the edges of my vision. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day Kane's philter takes effect. He approaches me, his face flushed and his breathing rapid. He's already undone his buttons. "Hang on, Kane. Arya will be here soon!" I back away and open the door behind me. Then, I run off.