Northern Expedition China

The night the Alpha King came to inspect Shadowfang Pack, my Alpha mate Cain was out chasing after his childhood sweetheart Vivienne, who'd thrown a tantrum and run off. In my past life, the Alpha King was attacked by vampires and poisoned. I contacted Cain through the mate bond. He rushed back, and I gave Cain the moonstone my mother had left me, asking him to rescue the Alpha King. To reward his loyalty, the Alpha King entrusted the entire northern territory to Cain's rule. But after I called Cain back through the bond, Vivienne was left alone. A straggling vampire found her. She died. Cain didn't say a word. The day I gave birth, he dragged me to the border of the rogue wolves' territory and shoved me into a pack of feral rogues. He looked down at me, his eyes flat and full of disgust. "If you hadn't sent that call through the bond, Vivienne wouldn't have been out there alone. Every second of pain she suffered—I'm going to make you pay it all back." When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn back to the moment Alpha King was attacked by vampires. This time, I didn't contact Cain through the mate bond. Instead, I gripped the Moonstone and stood in front of Alpha King. The Alpha position, was mine this time.

I came back to life. The first thing I did was sever the Mate Bond with Alpha Asher. At his coronation. In front of thousands. Last lifetime, he publicly accused me of impersonating his mate in front of everyone, saying I didn't carry a Mate's sweetness but reeked of Wolfsbane that made him sick. For Elena, his first love, he sent me to the black market where they stripped away my wolf. Without my wolf, I died in a rogue attack shortly after. This lifetime, when he furrows his brow and tells me to get out of his sight, I don't shed a single tear. I just turn and leave. He says my existence makes Elena unhappy, so I move to the border cottage. He says he doesn't want to live in the same Pack with me, so I submit my transfer application. I thrive in the neighboring Pack and meet a powerful wolf with a hidden identity. When we appear hand-in-hand at the Northern Alliance Summit, Alpha Asher loses control. He catches my scent,another male's mark on my skin,and his sanity shatters. He blocks my path, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Wash that male's scent off you, Rhea." "Weren't you disgusted by me?" I smile and step back. "Now I belong to someone else, and suddenly I smell good to you?"

The future Alpha Jaxxon of the Blood Moon Pack, has always had his eyes on her. Princess Amaly. The daughter of the ruler of wolves in the Northern West Territory, Alpha King Raiz. Best friends with her twin brother, Prince David, the next Alpha King in line. As Jaxxon hid his true feelings & to only focus on his duties taking over the pack after his father, Alpha Kane. She-wolves come and go. Never to stay. His heart was never there to give. Once his wolf, Pyro, scents his true fated mate, his childhood crush: Amaly. Jaxxon couldn’t decipher if he was angry at himself for losing her to another Alpha or wanting to keep her away from his sight. The idea of his mate with Alpha Allen disgust him. What’s Jaxxon to do when Amaly realizes the truth? The betrayal. The lies. The hurt and pain. Amaly rejects him as her mate knowing how much she really does care for him. For 2 years, he knew of her. But did he know the depths of her prior relationship. He didn’t, because he commanded no one to speak of her or her life story. The twist in their love story when the princess is kidnapped, beaten & tortured. A marriage no one seen coming. Will Jaxxon fight for his mate? Or will he let her walk away?

SYNOPSIS: THE ALPHA'S BILLIONAIRE ROGUE: HER TRIPLE REGRET; ​Sierra Miller was the Silverwood Pack’s greatest embarrassment, a "weak" Omega whose only value was her fated bond to the future Alpha. But on the night of his coronation, Kaelen Vane shattered their bond, rejecting Sierra in front of the entire pack for a high-status Alpha female. Branded a rogue and driven into a lethal winter storm, Sierra vanished, leaving behind a pack that assumed she would perish. ​They were wrong. ​Five years later, the Silverwood Pack is on the brink of bankruptcy. Their only hope is Miller Global, a multi-billion dollar conglomerate led by a ruthless CEO known as the "Iron Luna." When Kaelen travels to Manhattan to beg for a bailout, he doesn't find a corporate stranger, he finds the mate he left for dead. ​Sierra is no longer the shivering girl he discarded. She is a powerhouse who holds his pack's survival in her manicured hands. But the shock of her success is nothing compared to the secret hidden in her penthouse: three silver-eyed toddlers with an Alpha’s scent. ​Kaelen is determined to claim his heirs and win back his mate, but Sierra isn't playing by pack rules. She has the money to buy his lands and the power of an ancient, forgotten lineage waking in her blood. As the Northern Alliance moves to kidnap the gifted triplets, Sierra must decide: will she protect the man who broke her, or will she let Silverwood burn to keep her children safe? ​In this game of power, Sierra is no longer the pawn. She’s the Queen. And the Alpha is about to learn that some regrets come with a billion-dollar price tag.

Maya grew up in the shadows of Stonehaven — the maid's daughter, human and invisible among wolves. Alec was the Alpha's son, her childhood friend, her first love, her impossible dream. One stolen night changed everything. When Maya discovered she was pregnant, she ran. What she carried was impossible, forbidden, the kind of secret that gets you killed. So she disappeared into the human world and raised her daughter alone, always looking over her shoulder, always one step ahead of discovery. Seven years later, her daughter's power erupts in a surge felt by every pack for a hundred miles. Alec tracks it expecting rogues or a territorial challenge. Instead he finds the woman he thought was dead and the daughter he never knew existed. The love he never got over. The family he never knew he had. Maya is out of options and out of time. She goes home to Stonehaven with her heart in pieces and her daughter in her arms — back to the man she left, back to the pack that never wanted her, back to face wolves who see her child as something that shouldn't exist. Alec will burn the world to protect them and Maya will face any danger to keep their daughter safe, but the little girl caught between them carries a power no one has ever seen — and her surge awoke something in the northern mountains. Something dark and ancient that's coming to claim her. An impossible love. A dangerous secret. A choice that changes everything.

I was born a fragile omega, but my gift of prophecy made me the Saintess of the Northern Packs. The Council of Elders demanded I choose a mate from the Alphas of the great packs. The Alpha I chose was destined to lead the North to victory and be crowned the Alpha King. I chose Alpha Kane without hesitation. He'd saved my life once. On the day of our bonding ceremony, I blushed and trembled as he sank his teeth into my neck. But the moment we were bonded, his true love Scarlett, his childhood Beta, went mad with jealousy. She tried to poison me, and for her crime, the Elders exiled her. She died on the road. And I? I used my prophecies to help Kane win the war, to put him on the throne. After his coronation, he plunged a silver blade into my heart. He murdered me. "Why didn't you save her?! Why didn't you save her?!" Only then did I realize. He'd hated me all along. I opened my eyes again... and I was back. Back on the day I had to choose my Alpha mate. He stood before me, arrogant as ever. He didn't lose his mind until he found out I chose a cursed Alpha. I watched him kneel, begging for my forgiveness. But this life, there would be no prophecies from me. Let’s see how he survives the war now.

Johanna Thorne and her sister, Allison Thorne, marry into the Silverplume family, the most prestigious werewolf family in the Northern Wolflands, on the same day. Their husbands are the only pair of pureblood Alpha twins in the family—Carlin Silverplume and Uriel Silverplume. Throughout the continent's long history, fewer than ten such twin pairs have ever been born. They are seen as blessings from the Moon Goddess herself, a source of pride for the entire family. Johanna is wed to the calm and stoic younger brother, Carlin. Her sister becomes the mate of the elder twin, Uriel, the family's strongest warrior Alpha. But during a mission to hunt down rebel wolves, Uriel is tragically killed. His body is never recovered. With his death, his bloodline ends. The news devastates the matriarch. She weeps before the altar, crying that this is punishment for the Silverplume family. With Uriel gone and no heir left behind, one of the family's two remaining pureblood lines is now severed. The future of their legacy hangs by a thread. Three days later, the matriarch summons Carlin and Johanna to the council hall. Before the gathered elders and priests, she solemnly proposes a solution. "Carlin shares the same blood and bone as Uriel... In the name of our ancestral spirits, I ask that Carlin form a breeding pact with Allison to fulfill Uriel's unfinished duty." Johanna's hands clench tightly. She turns to look at Carlin. In that moment, she doesn't know whether she's still his Luna or just a sacrifice offered up to preserve the family's bloodline.

The Lycan King's summons reached all fifty-six packs across the Northern Territories — he was choosing a Luna for his heir. The heir's reputation for brutality preceded him. So my mother swapped my sister Freya's name for mine. Her voice left no room for argument. "Elsa, your sister's wolf spirit hasn't fully awakened yet. She can't survive the journey. Go in her place — enter the Luna Trials for her." She gripped my hand, tears sliding down her cheeks at just the right moment. "When it's over, your brother will come for you. I swear it on the Moon Goddess." In my past life, I believed that oath. I traveled to the Lycan King's fortress, only to be singled out by the heir himself. I barely escaped his stronghold alive, fleeing through blizzards for seven days and nights before I finally lost my pursuers. After two years as a rogue, I made it back to the Frostfang Pack — just in time to witness Freya's Marking Ceremony with the Alpha. My mother stood at the center of the celebration and looked straight through me. "Rogue. There is no place for you here." Cast out a second time, I lost all hope. I died in a blizzard, alone. When consciousness returned, I found myself standing in the stone hall again. She wore the same expression, watching me with those calculating eyes. "Elsa, would you take Freya's place in the Luna Trials?"

In the Northern Alliance, the Claiming is an ancient tradition. On a Blood Moon, an Alpha must fight his way into the Omega quarters, carry his chosen mate on his back, and break through every obstacle to seal the bond. I waited five years for Joric. Tonight, he finally breached my courtyard with his Betas. My heart raced. I was about to run to him when I heard his hushed voice. "Grab Giselle in the chaos. She’s too fragile. I won't let that tyrant Alpha claim her. As for Faelan... she’s the strongest Omega we have. Practically a warrior. She can fend for herself." His Betas exchanged uneasy looks. "Alpha, is this a good idea? You and Faelan are practically mates already. If she finds out, she’ll raise hell!" "Let her," he brushed it off. "The Claiming is pure chaos. It’s easy to grab the wrong girl. I’ll smooth things over with her later. Besides, you all know I never officially filed our mating papers with the Council. Faelan will just have to deal with it for now." Behind the door, I heard every single word. My wolf didn't let out a tragic howl. I just quietly stepped back into my room. Everyone thought I’d bare my claws and fight to the death when a different Alpha came for me. Instead, I quietly climbed onto the back of a far more powerful Alpha. I became another pack's Luna.

When I turned eighteen, I completed my shift and finally gained my wolf. The Lycan King of the Northern Tribe—Karl Gilmore, my father's close friend—handed me photos of his sons and told me to choose a mate. Whomever I chose would become the next Lycan King. Without hesitation, I pointed to his eldest son, Sven Gilmore. Everyone was stunned because everyone knew, for years, I had always loved the third son, Erik Gilmore. I'd trailed after Erik like a shadow, declaring loudly to the whole world that I'd marry him someday, that I'd be his mate. In my previous life, I did marry Erik. And he did become the next Lycan King. But a year into our marriage, he betrayed me with my stepsister and got her pregnant. Furious, the old Lycan King forced her to abort the pup and exiled her to another pack. From that moment on, Erik despised me. He started bringing home a different mistress every night. I was furious, helpless, and eventually, I died in the dead of winter. I never expected that when I opened my eyes again, I'd be back at eighteen, standing at the very moment I was meant to choose my mate. This time, I won't choose Erik. This time, I'll step aside and let him have his love with my sister. But why did Erik break down in tears when I chose someone else, begging me to come back?