Oberkommando Der Wehrmacht

On the night of her coronation, Ethena is heartbroken upon finding out her step sister is Alpha and not her. Her mate rejects her that same night to be with her step sister and in despair, she goes out drinking and ends up in the Lycan's bed. He is Lycan Nathan and her father's most powerful enemy. She had made the most terrible mistake by coming across him, but what happens when fate entwines them together?

Lorien Daniel is a fan of any celebrity: bands, actors, singers. You name it. But just like fate, she met the pride of her town, a famous band: Zenith, at Kofibucks where she would often go for coffee and some relaxation. Who would have thought they'd be there, too? Over time, Lorien and the boys of Zenith become good friends. She had found love, too, which really did not surprise her. But the members of the band are three brothers... and two of them had fallen for her. From friends to lovers to rivals... who among of the two brothers, is Lorien's happily ever after?

Hasna Cyrene Sullivan live herself in hatred and despair after she witnessed how a beast slaughtered her family. Hasna trained herself using different weapon at her young age. She decided to enter the world of the wolves to avenge her family when she have the strength to fight. After she turned into her right age, she started to locate the Alpha. She entered the world of the wolves and her belief suddenly changed. She fell in love with the last alpha of West Kingdom – Jadris Conri Mervius But the major conflict has come. She found out that she is not a normal human who wanted to give justice to her family but she is the daughter of a witch who needs to behead or kill the remaining bloodline of the Alphas who murder hundreds lives of witches. How can Hasna deal with this situation especially Jadris Conri Mervius – the last alpha who she loved has the blood of the wolf that witches wanted to kill? And how she can clear the name of Jadris to those head hunters who also wanted to kill him? How she can prove that the true evil and traitor is within their group?

Vineet has a facade of a shy and nerdy girl that no one seems to notice and she wants to stay that way until a very hot dangerous guy named Levias came to disrupt her life and that too by chance. They both have secrets of their own that they don't wanna tell everyone. What will happen when these two collide? What happens when the past came haunting Neet? Will they be together if fate pulls them apart for reasons yet to be known?

Imagine finding out your current lover is your deceased fiancee's murderer, what would you do? Continue the relationship? Or bring him to justice?

"Rina, the cursed daughter of a traitor and a weak mother, is hated by the Sauna pack. Born on the night of a brutal attack, Rina's existence is a painful reminder. Leah, the alpha's daughter, despises Rina, especially when she catches the eye of the pack's young men despite being a slave. Leah's anger boils over, and she brutally cuts off Rina's long hair. "You think you're worthy of love because of this filthy hair?" Leah sneers. "You're nothing but a slave, a curse!" But Rina's hair mysteriously grows back. The arrival of powerful twin Alpha princes, Rowland and Kendrick, changes everything. Rowland, cruel and ruthless, demands Rina from the alpha. "Hand over the slave girl," he commands. "I'll make her useful, bearing my children to strengthen our bloodline." Kendrick, kind and gentle, seems to disagree, but Rowland's dark intentions for Rina leave her fate hanging in the balance.

Lycan King Ragnar Dreadmore has never cared about Astrid Reverra's threat—not hers, nor that of her late rogue father before his death. But after Astrid has murdered his wife, he knew she was not a woman to joke with. He swore not to rest till she was lying dead before his feet. The last thing Ragnar expected when meeting Astrid was that she was his new mate. Now, he has to deal with the strong desire to kill her and the need to have her in his bed.

Michel Mathieu, héritier d’une lignée controversée et homme d’ambition froide, commet l’irréparable dans un accès de vengeance longtemps prémédité : il élimine un à un tous les membres de la famille de son rival, dans une opération aussi méthodique que sanglante. Ce bain de violence, qu’il justifie par des années d’humiliation, de trahison et de conflits d’héritage, laisse derrière lui un silence glacial. Tous ont péri… tous, sauf une. La femme de l’héritier, jeune épouse étrangère aux querelles anciennes, témoin malgré elle de l’effondrement d’un empire. Michel avait prévu de l’abattre elle aussi. Mais lorsque leurs regards se croisent, quelque chose cède en lui. Un trouble. Un vertige. Le coup ne part pas. Dans le chaos qu’il a lui-même orchestré, Michel tombe amoureux. D’elle. De sa fragilité, de sa force contenue, de ce qu’elle représente : un monde qu’il n’a jamais eu. Elle devient l’exception, l’ombre vivante dans un tableau de morts. Mais peut-on aimer quelqu’un qu’on aurait dû tuer ? Peut-on survivre à un amour né d’un massacre ?

I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine. But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke. Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw. "Please," he whispered, "don't leave me." Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands. "Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go."

My husband, Daniel Thompson, looked down on me. I was just a farmer's daughter in his eyes, and he never loved the son I gave birth to. It wasn’t until our baby turned 100 days old that he held him for the first time. Then, one day, his first love, Claire Matthews, came back to the city. That night at dinner, Daniel, who was always cold and distant, finally smiled. He even reached across the table and placed a piece of meat on Noah’s plate. Noah beamed all evening, clutching onto that tiny gesture like it was a treasure. Just before bed, he whispered to me, "Mom, do you think he likes me now… even just a little?" I wrapped him in my arms, tears blurring my vision as I gently shook my head. "No, sweetheart. It’s because the woman he truly loves is back. It’s time for us to go."