Poppy Fields

Betrayed by her best friend and banished from her pack by her mate, Lana Connor ran into the hands of a rival pack where the Alpha damaged her the more. Thrown out to the fields and left to die, she prayed to the Moon Goddess to give her one more chance as she took her last breath. Unfortunately, before her prayer was answered, she was already dead. However, the Moon Goddess gave her a second chance. Out of the ashes, she rose. Lana found herself rescued by a Rogue pack led by Alpha Tyler. A weak and rejected pack. They decided to remain that way as their weakness had brought peace to them throughout the years. Lana, driven by fury and hatred for all those who hurt her, slid into Alpha Tyler, her second chance mate, training, educating, and preparing him for war using her knowledge to make him undefeated. He is her key to revenge and she is his way to find out a secret he never knew existed. Alpha Tyler is more than just the Rogue Alpha.

Le jour de notre mariage, mon fiancé, Hayden Grant, a exigé que je sois expulsée de la chapelle. Il a ensuite descendu l'allée, main dans la main, avec sa première amour d'enfance. Je suis rentrée à l'intérieur et me suis effondrée au bord de l'allée. Le bouquet a glissé de mes mains, les pétales se sont dispersés, jonchant le sol. Pourtant, son regard n'a pas daigné se poser sur moi, pas même une demi-seconde. « L'enfant de Selena a besoin d'un père. Une fois cette situation réglée, je t'épouserai. » Tout le monde pensait que moi, l'idiote éperdue d'amour, j'accepterais volontiers d'attendre encore un mois. Après tout, je l'avais déjà attendu pendant sept ans. Mais cette nuit-là, j'ai fait ce que personne n'avait anticipé. J'ai accepté le mariage arrangé par mes parents et j'ai quitté le pays. Trois ans plus tard, je suis revenue dans mon pays natal pour rendre visite à mes parents. Mon mari, William Fields, était PDG d'une multinationale. Lorsqu'une réunion importante imprévue s'est présentée, il m'a demandé de me rendre à l'avance à la filiale locale de son entreprise, où ses subordonnés prendraient soin de moi. À ma grande surprise, l'un de ces subordonnés s'est avéré être Hayden, l'homme que je n'avais pas revu depuis trois ans. Son regard s'est immédiatement posé sur le diamant étincelant à mon annulaire. « C'est une copie du diamant rose que M. Fields a acheté pour sa femme, celui qui vaut cinq millions d'euros ? Je ne pensais pas que tu deviendrais si frivole après toutes ces années. » « Tu en as assez fait, rentre à la maison. L'enfant de Selena est à l'école maintenant, c'est le moment parfait pour que tu t'occupes de ses repas. » Je n'ai pas prononcé un mot, me contentant de caresser la bague du bout des doigts. Il était loin de se douter qu'il s'agissait de la plus modeste de toutes les pierres que William m'avait jamais offertes.

After nine years in the army, Asher Fitzgerald returns to Two Bear Meadow—a decorated sniper, a rancher, and the town’s quiet hero. But the war didn’t end when he came home. Haunted by PTSD and the brutal memories of captivity, Asher struggles to live beyond survival. The open fields of Montana mirror his isolation, and the ghosts of his past stalk every quiet night. When Asher falls in love, he falls hard. For a while, he dares to dream again—to build, to belong, to believe. But as despair and nightmares reclaim their hold, he’s forced to face the truth: before he can love anyone, he must first forgive himself. Desperate to heal, Asher finally seeks help, beginning a painful journey through therapy and self-reckoning. Along the way, life takes an unexpected turn—two foster boys enter his care, awakening a fragile new sense of purpose. Asher learns that strength isn’t just about enduring—it’s about choosing to live. The Lansing House is a moving story of redemption, resilience, and the courage to find peace after war. It’s about learning to let go of control, embrace vulnerability, and fight—not for survival, but for happiness.

Natalya has always been a Psi within the Green Peaks Pack, a title that keeps her in the shadows of a lineage renowned for its unmatched strength. When Aleksandr is crowned as the new Alpha, he uncovers a truth that changes everything—Natalya is his fated mate. But he cannot accept her lowly status as his Luna. With a cold command, he banishes her from the pack village. Shattered, Natalya flees, her wolf’s cries echoing in the night, until she crosses paths with Vladimir, the newly crowned King of the enigmatic Gray Fields Kingdom. “Come with me, Natalya,” Vladimir whispers, his eyes gleaming with a promise. “Be my Queen, and you will know nothing but bliss.” As Natalya settles into her new life with Vladimir, a bond forms between them—one that feels unbreakable. Yet shadows from her past refuse to stay hidden. Aleksandr reappears, urging her to leave Vladimir’s side and abandon the life she has begun to build. Caught between the destiny the Moon Goddess has scripted for her and the loyalty she feels to Vladimir’s mysterious pack, Natalya faces a choice that will define her path. “Natalya, whether you accept it or not, the Moon Goddess has chosen us,” Aleksandr growls, his eyes dark with intensity. “You are my Luna.”

After I dropped out of school, my parents didn't pressure me to do anything. But Nicole Hicks kept calling nonstop. She was my boyfriend's childhood friend who had established a reputation as a genius. I was too busy helping out in the fields, growing vegetables, and splashing around in the creek, living my best carefree life. Writing code wasn't even on my mind. In my past life, she had turned in a project just one day before I did. Her codes were exactly the same as mine. Everyone called me a fraud and said I had stolen it. I tried to explain, but no one believed me. Later, she even did a livestream, accusing me online of being a school bully. People went wild. They didn't just come for me—they went after my whole family. Some obsessed troll chased my parents in a car, and they died in a crash. I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped off a high-rise, my eyes still wide open, refusing to accept the way it all ended. Even in my last moment, I couldn't figure it out. That code was mine. My hard work. So how did she manage to post it before me? When I opened my eyes again, I was back, right before everything fell apart.

Blackmailing a billionaire was Mia Roseford's last shot at keeping her dying sister alive. It was a desperate plan, but desperation was nothing new to her. The moment she walked into Lucas Norwig's office, she believed her hope was finally turning into reality. But something felt off—Lucas's intense gaze, the way he seemed to know her better than she knew him, like he was holding on to something—something she should remember but couldn’t. Lucas had never forgotten her. He met Mia and was in love with her over ten years ago but Mia abandoned him heartbroken and only returning now to threaten him with his past secret that can ruin his reputation. However, instead of paying her off, Lucas decides he’ll make her his wife. If she can't remember the past, he’ll ensure she has no choice but to create a future with him. What starts as an intricate game of leverage and desperation soon spirals into a battlefield of forgotten memories, rekindled feelings, and undeniable passion. Now caught up in an arranged marriage that neither of them exactly planned for, Mia and Lucas must cautiously navigate fields filled with traps of trust and betrayal. As their shared history slowly gets revealed and buried feelings resurface, they are forced to confront the truth about their past. With old enemies lurking in the background and new threats emerging, the question becomes: can they restore what was lost, or will the very secrets that brought them together tear apart their rekindled love?

Blurb: After Diane Harlow loses her step-sister, the supposed heir of Red moon pack to an accident in the fields, her stepfather and other sisters then decide to sell her out because they hold her responsible for the death of their sister, Becky.Diane, who is a human grown into a werewolf family at the time is seen as worthless and since her mother, who was the king’s wife was dead, they feel that she’s no longer of any importance to them.To further punish Diane, her step father and his children then decide to sell her off to the infamous dreadful Alpha, Alpha Michael Zale of Silver crest pack.When Diane learns of her father’s decision to sell her off to Michael, she tries running away only to fall right into the Devil’s clutches.Fate decides to punish her further by making the monster, Michael her Mate!!With hurt and betrayal in their hearts, they set off on a wild adventure of hate, secrets, wonder, and above all, love.Main characters:Diane Harlow: 20, red-haired, green eyes, curvy, short. She is strong, sharp-witted, resilient, and also sensitive. She was wrongfully accused of the death of her Step sister; and thus was sold to the reputable Alpha Michael by her step father as a means of getting rid of her.Michael Zale: 24, dark haired, gray eyes, well built body, tall, tattooed skin. Brutal, proud and a ruthless Alpha. Audrey’s mate. He is strong, tender hearted, but built walls around his heart.Alpha Henry Bale: 51, Brown haired with dark eyes. An average man with enough power under his grasp. Self deserving. Brutal and ruthless. Diane’s step father who sold her into slavery because he holds her responsible for the death of his daughter

Run, Run, RUN. Don’t stop. The night was falling and like the creatures of the day, I needed to hide. My heart is thundering in my chest, echoing the sounds of the war that rage from the fields of my once loved home. That was before the coven came. Surprising us and taking my home and pack. The attack happened so quickly that no one was ready. We had no warning and after hours of waiting I was found. I had to run. Don't stop running. “CRACK” the current of magic shoots by and hits the tree to my left, my bare feet crunching the earth hard and fast. My small heart fluttering faster than a hummingbird's wings, my once sparkling beautiful dress is no more. It’s tattered, dirty, and torn. The edges burnt to a crisp and coated in blood from bodies of the battlefield that I raced away from. “Come here little wolfie,” a harsh raspy voice calls out cutting through the trees I hide quickly behind a tree to take cover to breathe, “I just want a little chat!” He calls singsong like, taunting me. He wants to find me to kill me. Ducking further behind my tree I hold my breath, my young body shaking with so much force my bones ache. Holding my breath and closing my eyes hoping for safety that surely won’t come. At only 11 years of age, I can’t fight this grown warlock... he will surely kill me like he did my parents... “Wolfie princess, where are you?” He mimics the rhythm of a child’s tune, as if I’d listen. Closing my eyes tighter I don’t want to die. I’m too young. My mind is racing, and my hearts bound t....

After connecting to a call hosted on a treasure-appraisal livestream, I find out that the "Fields of Freedom" stamp my grandpa has left me with is worth 10 million dollars. I've been troubled as to how I should afford my upcoming wedding with my girlfriend, Danielle Dalton. Delighted by the news, I call Danielle to tell her about it. Unexpectedly, Danielle, who's always such a prude about physical contact to the point that she refuses to let me kiss her, turns up on my doorstep that night. She spends the night draining me of my stamina with her skills and body. When I wake up once again, both Danielle and my stamp are gone. I visit Danielle's home to get my stamp back. But her father instantly shoves me out of the door angrily. "We don't welcome you here! Get lost right now!" At first, I thought there was a misunderstanding between us, so I still held back on my rudeness. But when I notice how rude Danielle's father is being to me, I decide to go all out on him. "Sure, I can leave, but you must return the stamp Danielle has stolen from me—" Before I can finish speaking, someone has dumped a bucket of ice-cold water onto my face. It turns out that the culprit is Danielle's mother. As she carries the bucket, she scowls at me, her features completely twisted. "Who the hell did you claim to have stolen your stamp, huh? Don't you dare run your mouth without any proof! I'll definitely sue you, you know!" Having realized how vile Danielle's parents actually are, I can't help but feel a strong hint of relief. Thank goodness I had only shown Danielle a fake copy of the stamp last night.

On the day we chose our college majors, the influencer who was the school's heartthrob held a livestream and announced that he had decided to lead the anti-rat-race movement and would choose to attend a vocational college. The whole class followed him. Seeing the rapidly increasing number of followers, he smiled smugly. "They can do these low-class jobs if they like. I'll change my choice back to Harvard University at the last minute." I tried to dissuade him, but this would cause network congestion. My girlfriend slapped me. "You nerd! Who are you to tell our idol, Zach Simpson, what to do?" In my previous life, I spent half an hour dissuading them, and only then did the students change their college choices. However, Zach failed to change his application due to network lag and was admitted to a vocational college instead. He could not bear the blow and jumped into the river to commit suicide. The students who had entered prestigious universities collectively vented their anger on me. At the class reunion, they poured 99 bottles of beer down my throat and locked me in the karaoke's freezer. "Who cares about the prestige of a prestigious university? You'll just be working for someone else after graduation anyway!" "Why did we follow Zach in the first place? Wasn't it to break this damn rule?" "Zach was leading us to realize our dreams! If you hadn't interfered, I would already have gone to a vocational college with him!" They spoke disdainfully of prestigious universities, yet not one of them chose to drop out. I froze to death in a dark, cold freezer, my eyes wide open. Years later, they became elites in their respective fields, while my parents could only weep looking at my portrait. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Zach was livestreaming in the classroom. This time, I promised I would not interfere. Instead, I wished them a happy vocational college experience.