Lost Lycan Luna

A passionate one night stand on the eve of her wedding day. A rejection. A branding. Humiliation. All were not what Zara expected to happen on her wedding eve, and her wedding day as well. If anything, she had expected a perfect wedding, and an even more perfect married life. But everything fell apart due to a single mistake. Or was it one at all? No idea. But what Zara knew was that her life had been ruined. That was, until Chase, the Lycan king showed up. Will her fate be changed? Or will things get worse?

"Sir, I promise you I was not challenging anything. I was just asking where we were being taken to. In fact, I wish to see the Alpha King now. I can work. I can be a really great asset to his park, and since he is old, he would need one more young powerful woman in his pack. I don't think he wants to kill me after he knows me, please." "I don't think the Lycan needs anymore people, we have enough hands," The fine man said. "Please let me convince him myself." "Then do. I am listening," he said putting his hands on his chest. "What?" I said. "He is the Lycan King, Sweetheart." --- After Elisabeth was stripped from her title as the Luna of the safe moon pack and found out that the Alpha& mate she had known all her adult life has impregnated someone, someone she trusted with all her being and sacrificed everything for. Now disgraced and to be sent away as a slave to the Lycan King. She tried to escape to find her own world, to excel, the last thing she wanted was to save herself first from being hauled off to the Lycan King, she would rather go rouge, but that didn’t go as planned, The plan only landed her deeper into trouble. The Lycan king turned out to be not what they expected of him, Now she has to use him to her own advantage, To tame the beast in him. Through humiliation and thrive, she was able to survive. The Lycan king helped her to stand solely on her feet, as she claimed back what she had lost and more... How can a mighty king love a lowly wolf like me, A rejected?

Quand Isalys, une jeune guérisseuse humaine, est capturée lors d’un raid de loups-garous sur son village, elle se retrouve emmenée dans les montagnes, dans le domaine d’un Alpha brutal et énigmatique, Kaël. Mais elle découvre vite qu’elle n’est pas qu’une prisonnière… elle est liée à lui par un ancien pacte oublié, un lien surnaturel que ni elle ni lui ne peuvent ignorer. Alors qu’elle tente de s’échapper, il se rapproche. La haine se mêle au désir. Et la Lune, capricieuse et cruelle, les tient tous deux enchaînés.

Logan Kincaid, alpha of Moon Valleys, despised gay men with a hatred that knew no bounds. As an alpha, he had the power to punish, and he did, torturing or even killing any werewolf who refused to “repent.” But his reign of cruelty ended the night he was ambushed. A bullet tore through his chest, and he should have died. Yet when he awakens, everything has changed. The bullet wound is gone, his body feels foreign, and he is no longer an alpha. He is now an omega, reborn in Hericon, a world where omegas exist only for pleasure. Worse, he belongs to the Lycan King, a ruler who wants nothing more than to claim Logan Kincaid’s body. Once the predator, now the prey, Logan must face the desire he despised. Will he survive?

"On the bed!" He commanded gruffly, leaving no room for questions. Everything was quiet and I heard my heart pounding. It was difficult to even breathe. He suddenly moved, reaching for me. I felt his fingers brush over my shoulder, the silky robe slowly slipping off of me. My heart filled with dread as I thought about how I looked in his eyes right now. My body trembled, my eyes shut and it felt like my face was on fire. "Please..." I begged in a broken and shaky voice. “I don’t want to be your breeder.” *** Talon the Black is as his name suggests. Dominant. Heartless. Ruthless. King of the Lycans, Talon is madly in love with his mate, Willow, but things start to fall apart when she cannot bear him a child. Driven to desperation, Willow begs him to breed a filthy human and while Talon is reluctant to, he does as his beloved wants. Abused and maltreated by her parents, Avalyn has been sold by her father to the Lycans. Her life is even made worse when she realizes that she is to be the Lycan King’s breeder. She is to sleep with him and carry his child even though he is already married. It is a cold business exchange, her curvy body in exchange for an heir, nothing more. But what happens once this ruthless King starts to fall in love with her? Can they hide their forbidden love from Willow or would there be to pay once she finds out?

[ Warning: This book contains 18+ explicit scenes, slavery, abuse , blood and few contents of reverse harem] “You want to run wild?” He asked, his eyes blazing in rage. I could utter no word in front of his suffocating demeanor. He shook his head and shouted at me again,” Your silence irritates me even more, Eva!” At this moment, I could no longer let him keep insulting me. I love him, but this is too much for me to tolerate. I got closer to Brendon and sadistically questioned,” my silence annoys you, huh?” He kept quiet. “My weakness annoys you. Even my existence annoys you. Is there anything else about me that annoys you?” Tears rolled down my cheeks as I felt my heart crushing into pieces. Before I could say anything else, I was pulled into an intense kiss. Brendon’s possessiveness overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes to his passionate romance. **** In the era of werewolves, other beings were suppressed by their existence. Eva is a werewolf who doesn’t know her origins. She no longer has a link with her wolf side, making her the prey of blood traders. Brendon, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, has been tracking and hunting members that are active in the blood trade. During one of his raids, he happened to save Eva and brought her with him to do her treatment. However, he hadn’t thought that Eva would turn out to be his mate.

“I hope you're not fooled by my sweet looks Clair?” Emelia pushed her out her way, before closing the door, she stopped, turned, and stared at her from head to toe. “Don't be mistaken, I do want a man in the streets but a beast in bed” Poison to death by her husband and lover, Emelia Zorah is granted a second chance at life. She wants nothing but to stay as far away from him as possible, 5 years ago she had loved him but now was different. She despised even the air he breathed. Escaping the lights of marriage from her destined mate, she lands in his brother's arms, but what seems like a saving option in time turns out to be the blazing fire she dived from the firepan into.

Vera Moore is an eighteen-year-old slave who only wanted to kill Gregor Vartimosso to avenge her family and Luna Beatrice. But she found herself entangled with the three high class kings. Is she able to accomplish her mission when one of them is her mate?

“You are mine! Mine alone” He Kissed her neck, pulling her closer to her and a soft moan escaped her lips. “No. This is wrong. Can’t be yours. Kaleb will never…” She couldn’t finish her sentence and he crushed his lips against hers. “Please stop,” she implored him to stop, even though she said that to him. Her body craved his touch, the warmth it brought to her. She wanted to feel his muscular hands on her. “You are mine, Allie!” He whispered, pushing himself against her. They knew it was wrong, but it felt right. She was engaged to another, and he was her pack’s enemy, but fate brought them together.

The night I confessed my love to my girlfriend, she wept so hard she could barely breathe. She said she had seen the future, and she wanted to make a promise with me. I asked her why. She only shook her head and said, "I don't remember… all I know is that in the future I regret something terribly. Frank, no matter what happens, you must give me three chances. Will you?" I was deeply in love with Agnes Grey, so I agreed without hesitation. But later, it was as if she had forgotten all about that night—forgotten it when she clung so intimately to her male assistant. Only then did I understand why she'd made me promise that all those years ago. Because the moment I signed my name on the divorce papers, I heard a familiar voice. It was Agnes at nineteen. Through her sobs, she pleaded, "Frank… you promised me, didn't you? You said you'd give me three chances."