Megan Is Missing Plot

… Her pack had betrayed him and she needed to pay. She was going to pay! He let go of her hair and grabbed the back on her neck, his eyes trailed down to her exposed neck and collar bone. The princess dress she had on showed a lot of that caused him to gulp nervously. His twitched in his trousers, the butterflies in his stomach rose. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled her sweet pheromone. Reign quivered in fear. Electric sparks exploded in her body when she felt his lips brush against her collarbone, down to her that was exposed. “Please…” she cried, but he didn’t stop. He raised his hand and placed them on her firm , causing her to jolt in fear. He squeezed the left and circled her hidden in the fabric of the dress with his rough fingers. Pain seared through her as he kept squeezing her and trailing hot down her . Reign could only cry and wish that it would and soon. “Hermione Reign Angelis.” He called her full names as he backed away from her, his voice void of any emotions. Reign crawled backwards on her , trying to get away from the tyrant, but stopped when her back hit a hard surface behind her. It was the wall. There was definitely no running away from her oppressor. “Your parents orchestrated the assassination of my beloved mother and even after that, they have the audacity to deny it to my face…”. She is his mate turned slave… will he able to look past his hatred for her and see who the true enemy is?

Naïve and young, she-wolf Mariana Rose took the fall for her mate, Evan Hugh, agreeing to serve time in prison for a murder he committed. He promised to free her within a month—and marry her. But none of that happened. Instead of freedom, she received a wedding invitation from him and a death certificate of her father. Now, vengeance burns hotter than heartbreak. Furious to the core, she accepted a deal from a mysterious woman who bailed her out and arranged for her plastic surgery. Given a new face, Mariana is reborn into a princess. Under a stolen identity as the youngest daughter of the elite Silverthorne pack, she is ordered to infiltrate the most powerful pack in history. But her cover is threatened by the dangerous Rozen Ricks—the clan’s brooding alpha with a chilling aura, whose dark fearsome eyes pierce through her lies who seemed to know exactly what she’s hiding. He thinks she’s a threat, an enemy. She knows he’s a monster. And neither of them is ready for the forbidden fire that ignites between them.

Anita has always wanted a mate, one that will save her from all the pain and torment she receives in her pack. But finds out on her 21st birthday that the alpha of her pack, the cause of all her pain and torture, the murderer or her parent, was her mate. Not only did he reject her, but he sold her away as a gift to the most feared lycan. Rumours whispered that Orion was cursed by the moon goddess, having lost two previous mates in brutal and mysterious circumstances. Everyone expected Anita to meet the same fate, lasting no more than two weeks in his pack. But Anita defied the odds, surviving over two weeks under Orion's rule. And then, something unexpected happened. Orion, the feared and ruthless lycan, began to worship the ground Anita walked on.

Ravelle was born to fulfill a prophecy—destined to become the Alpha King who would unite all packs. At least, that’s what her parents believed. They expected a son. Instead, Ravelle was born female—into a brutal world where women are taught to bow, obey, and offer themselves to power-hungry males who treat them like disposable breeding stock. When she is bound to Kei, a ruthless Alpha obsessed with power, her parents expect her to kneel and accept him. Ravelle rejects him publicly, branding him what all Alphas truly are—selfish, domineering pricks with god complexes, power-hungry bastards who confuse cruelty with leadership and lust for ownership. Kei does not accept rejection. He would rather die than lose his claim to the throne. He is determined to tame her, to claim her, and to take his “rightful” place as Alpha King—because in his world, a woman can never rule. To him, Ravelle is not a ruler. She is a problem that needs to be tamed. What Kei doesn’t realize is that destiny has other plans. He is not meant to be Alpha King. He is meant to be her Alpha Queen. Ravelle is ready to dismantle a system that has fed on women’s suffering for generations. But desire complicates hate, and the line between domination and obsession begins to blur. Kei is everything she despises… and far more dangerous than she ever imagined. This is a story of rejection, obsession, power, and vengeance. A dark, steamy tale where love is war, fate is cursed, and the woman everyone tried to break becomes the monster who rules them all. Because if the world only respects beasts… Ravelle will be the most feared of them all.

Omegas are better than a werewolf who can’t shift. Because then, what do you identify as? A human? Or a confused supernatural. For the lack of a wolf, Emily is rejected by her mate Ryder and chooses to end her life after running to her relative’s pack in shame. But why is this insanely hot werewolf claiming to be her mate? For Emily, she would never fantasize the thought of a mate ever again, or would she?

Raised like a nobody, loved by none, I only got myself, until the very day I thought was the end of me. Laying lifeless in the woods, I was saved by a man, taken care of by him, but he left me to fend for myself with his unlimited black card, even though we were mates. I searched for him for over two years until I finally met him as the CEO to interview me for my new job. I thought I'd finally met the man I fell for right from the hospital, my mate…and wasn't leaving his side again. But my ex-boyfriend who rejected me years ago and watched me get poisoned and banished from my pack, showed up as his son. How do I stay with the father of my ex? What if my ex finds out I was his ex-mate who was executed years back and they drag me into hell again this time?

🔥Her mate abandoned her for her sister. His dangerous brother decided to keep her.🔥 Olivia Reed's one-sided love for Eric ended in public humiliation when he ditched her at the airport during the camp trip for another woman-her own sister. Alone and exposed, she wished the earth would swallow her whole. Then a voice, dark and luring, cut through the air: "She's with me." It was Killian Roosevelt. Eric's estranged brother. Where Eric is false sunshine, Killian is all brooding danger, tattoos, and deadly allure. He wasn't part of her plan. Neither was sharing a room together. Now, forced into close proximity with the one man her husband hates most, Olivia is about to discover that sometimes salvation comes from the most forbidden place... And it looks damn good in leather. ~~~~~~ This is a dark, steamy standalone werewolf romance with themes of revenge, secrets, possession, and healing. Reader discretion is advised due to mature content and triggering themes, including violence and abuse, etc. 🔞

Chase Grimm's aide-de-camp sent me a screenshot of an Instagram Live status. Guess who it came from. His new secretary. She was showing off a meticulously prepared lunch from a lunchbox. My handiwork, no less. I made it for him. The caption read: [He's a dark, cold CEO… and a shiny knight who saved a hungry princess with a gastric problem from eating mac 'n' cheese again!] Chase almost never posted on Instagram. Yet there he was, sharing a photo of a cup of ridiculously spicy mac 'n' cheese, captioned: [I have missed this.] The nerve of this prick. Then my mother-in-law sent an entirely unsolicited text: [What the heck were you doing?! You're supposed to make him a proper lunch! He can't stand spicy food!] After all that, I decided to call a supermarket. "Hi! I'd like to order 100 cups of instant super-spicy mac 'n' cheese and have them delivered to Grimm Co. Please and thank you." "Ain't I generous?"

Evonne Shannon was a poor student mother sponsored. She was also the crush I had been courting for a long time. Wanting to allow her to shine, I gave up my place in the piano competition for her. However, she glared at me with disdain for deciding this on my own. She then instantly turned around and handed the registration form to her boyfriend, Angelo Zambrano, and said, "Ange, only you deserve this competition." Evonne liked sports cars, so I begged my mother to buy her a limited-edition McLaren supercar. But in return, Evonne mocked me and called me shallow. "Don't think I'll accept you just because I'm accepting the car, Chase Shannon. You've never understood me." With my help, Evonne got to put on a facade of a mysterious billionaire's daughter. But the moment she got money from me, she turned around and went on a romantic getaway with Angelo. I thought of Evonne as my everything and even asked my mother to arrange for her to join the family company. Within half a year, she was promoted to a core team member. She then conspired with Angelo to drain the company dry and even forced me to my death. "What else can you do besides insult me with money and a materialistic lifestyle, Chase? You're the most disgusting obstacle on my path to success. Only when you're dead can I marry Ange," she declared. I was heartbroken when I heard this, and that was when Evonne pushed me off the sidewalk and into traffic. Immediately after that incident, I was reincarnated to the day I bought Evonne a piano. She was glaring at me with disdain. "If you don't want to buy it, just say so. There's no need to humiliate me like this." I let out a dismissive scoff. "Am I the one who's humiliating you, or are you the shameless one? You beg for food but complain that it's cold. You're worse than those stray dogs on the streets. At least they show gratitude after getting scraps."

The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years. "Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession. He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape. In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind. He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine. The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body. When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork. “George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!” George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached. “Just toss it where trash belongs.”