Lo Gue End

Mi mejor amiga, Maya, voló desde Miami para la semana de mi despedida de soltera. Eran mis últimos días de libertad. Insistió en organizar una noche de chicas para celebrar y pidió toda mi comida favorita a domicilio. Me pidió que le cuidara el celular y esperara un momento. Entonces, la pantalla se iluminó. Era un mensaje de un hombre. Una foto sin camisa. “Mi arma está lista para ti esta noche”. Llegó otra foto vibrando. Juguetes sexuales. Accesorios de bondage que parecían sacados de una película. Sentí que la cara me ardía. El corazón me latía descontrolado contra las costillas. Acababa de tropezarme con su vida secreta. Pero la siguiente imagen me cortó la respiración. Era un primer plano del pecho del hombre. Tenía una cicatriz que yo conocía mejor que mi reflejo. Era de mi prometido, Luciano Carbone.

In a world where loyalty bleeds and love burns, Luna Seraphina Dumaris thought her greatest sin was being unloved. But on her second wedding anniversary, she discovers the unthinkable — her husband, Alpha Rowan Dumaris, has been sharing his bed not with another woman… but with her brother. Betrayed. Shamed. Trapped in an “open marriage” she never asked for, Seraphina flees into the night and crosses into forbidden territory — the Rogue border, ruled by the Devil’s Riders, two outlaw biker Alphas feared across every kingdom. Lysander and Lucien Thornvale were once heirs to the BlueMoon Pack — until a prophecy branded them cursed. Now, they live by no Alpha’s law… until a broken Luna walks into their bar and into their lives. Her mark awakens something savage inside them — something ancient, powerful, and dangerously bound to fate. What begins as revenge spirals into obsession. Desire turns into destiny. But the curse binding them all demands a price: to save the twins, Seraphina must sacrifice herself. And as war brews between kingdoms, forbidden lovers, and fated bonds, one truth remains — sometimes, the greatest rebellion is to love who you were never meant to touch.

“So what are we going to do now that I've conceived your child, Darius?” One girl and a mission. In a sinister turn of events, Hazel , a quiet and shy introvert fate is twisted when she is offered in place of her stepsister to the cruel Rogue King as a settlement of debt. Hazel is consumed by fear for her life mated to the infamous Rogue King and resorts to fleeing from home. Darius is the rogue king. He is a ferocious and unyielding leader whose thirst for an heir has made him bitter and when his fiancee bores him no heir due to infertility, he seeks for alternate solutions. In the run for freedom, Hazel finds herself in the place she never wanted to be— under the Rogue King's thumb. Tension rises between the two and a fire of burning desire is ignited. But will that be enough to save the charred remains of their relationship when Darius learns his former fiancee is carrying his heir? Would Hazel ’s Life fall back in place or will she remain crushed? Would Darius cherish his true mate or neglect her now that he has what he always wanted?

The night my parents died, I was found amongst the ashes of our home. My eyes glowed red, and my hair had been altered to a flaming hue to match. My pack ostracised me, deeming me responsible for the death of my beloved parents. For years, I have been treated like a slave and was underfed, bullied, and abused. The son of the Alpha, Jordan, and my cousin Ruth were the worst offenders. Yet, I endured as I planned my escape. When I turn nineteen, I am out of here. Or so I thought. One night, out of the blue, Jordan kisses me, everything changes, and I find myself falling in love with the one who was my tormentor. So naive, so foolish, just when I think I will have a happy ending, reality slaps me in the face. The same night I find myself in the arms of my mate, Jordan, I find myself rejected for a nightmare of a betrayal I had no hope in preventing. As punishment, I was shunned in the worst possible way and turned rouge. As the cold seeps in, I dream of a white wolf—my white wolf. He has always appeared in my mind when I most needed him, his presence always comforting me. Is this the end of my story? I have lost hope and the will to live.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."

Albert Roosevelt was the crush I was never meant to have. Like an idiot, I believed loving someone meant giving them everything, even if they didn't care about you. So, I trailed after him like a desperate puppy, bending over backward to meet his every whim. When he couldn't afford tuition, I begged Dad to fund him, sending him to the best schools. When his worn-out clothes made him a laughingstock, I pitied him and showered him with designer labels. And what did he do? He used what I gave him to chase after a gold-digging campus belle. To keep up appearances, he blew through money like it grew on trees. He even spread rumors that he was the real heir to the Roosevelts. To him, I was just an ATM. "Your family's loaded. It's not like you'll miss a few hundred grand. If you're gonna be stingy, maybe you should stop following me around," he said when his wallet ran dry. And like a fool, I believed that if I kept paying, someday, he'd love me back. After graduation, I funded his startup. The second it took off, he married the campus belle. He had the nerve to claim he earned everything through nothing but hard work. So, I crashed his wedding, and he buried a knife in my chest. "Only when you're dead, Eve Roosevelt. Only then will my pathetic past stay buried." When I opened my eyes again, I was face-to-face with a scowling Albert. "You can't scrape together a few hundred thousand dollars? It's Bianca's birthday. Are you trying to humiliate me?" I looked around the room and rolled my eyes. "Sure, I'll pay. But first? Kneel. You look pretty enough. Consider it charity, peasant."

"Aren't you my sweet little slut?" She is the rogue princess and he is the Lycan sent to kill her. Persephone after being abandoned and abused finally finds her mate in Alpha Adrian that wishes to bind her to his bed for only producing pups but why is that she does not desire him at all but the regal, brooding muscular male that is above any alpha of the world- King of all werewolves and Underoworld- Hades.

Finn Edwin, a male Omega decides to step out of his normal routine to celebrate his accomplishment with his friend by going camping. Little did he know that his decision would change his life completely. Having masked his scent as a beta almost all his life, he believes nothing can go wrong until he falls into heat while he lost his way around the woods surrounded by unknown Alphas. Rescue comes in the most unexpected way. A mad King talked about in all packs. A being regarded as a folktale told to children to make them behave. In the most unexpected way, two souls meant for each other collides. But there are enemies plotting in the shadows, would Finn and Xavier find their way to each other or would the mechanics of the plotters rip them apart?

Finding your mate is a joyous occasion for a werewolf, but that is not the case in Emilia’s life. All she ever experienced in the mate bond was hatred from her mate when she finally had enough. With her mother’s help, she escapes from her mate and goes in search of a new life when she is thrown into Andres’s life. Andres is the beta of the Red Stone pack. A beta that is feared by not only his pack but everyone outside it. Called a heartless person, he does not care what others say as he has a different woman in his bed every night. He was not always like this, but after his mate cheated on him, he lost faith in ever finding love again. Two people who were betrayed by love were paired by the moon goddess, but what happens when Andres drafts a contract mating bond? He wants a mate for a year, and Emilia wants a place to stay for a year till her Ex stops looking for her, so she signs it. Would this contract mating bond spark the love between the two, or would they part ways once the period is over? Read more to find out.

Eu tinha acabado de formar o vínculo de companheiros com meu companheiro destinado, Alfa Damien, quando ele trouxe para casa uma órfã para pagar uma “dívida de vida”. A partir daquele dia, eu sempre fiquei em segundo lugar. Atrás da garota, Lila. Sempre. Lila me incriminou, alegando que eu a tinha forçado a perder o controle da sua loba. Por causa disso, Damien me trancou nas celas de prata por três dias e três noites. — A prata vai te ensinar a ser uma Luna tolerante! O envenenamento por prata é uma tortura. Minha loba definhou. Eu implorei por misericórdia, afogando-me em agonia. Enquanto isso, Lila apenas se aninhava ao lado dele, com a voz pingando falsa preocupação. — Serena é sua companheira, afinal. Quando ela sente dor, você sente dor. Dói em mim ver você sofrer. Mais tarde, para fazer Lila feliz, Damien publicamente entregou a ela o meu assento no Conselho da Alcateia — a uma garota que não sabia absolutamente nada. Desta vez, eu não disse nada. Eu apenas rompi nosso vínculo de companheiros. Dias depois, enquanto ele se contorcia na agonia do nosso vínculo rompido, ele finalmente ouviu a notícia. Eu havia me juntado à unidade de elite real, The Talons. E eu nunca mais voltaria. Ele desmoronou.