Randomly Picked

It has been close to 300 years since werewolves found their destined mates. Our ancestors screwed it up for us when a lot of them would reject their destined mates only because their rank was below them. So now 300 years later and packs around the world sell their she wolves to other packs for money. Once in awhile the she wolf gets lucky and is picked by a werewolf within her pack but most of the time she’s not so lucky. My name is Savanah Woods. I’m daughter to the alpha Sebastian Woods and Luna Amelia Woods of the Silver Lake pack. I turn 18 tomorrow and while most people are excited when they turn 18 I’m honestly dreading it. I just found out the worse possible news ever… I’ve been sold to the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. I’ve met this alpha a few times and yes he’s hot but he’s mean. No one says no to him and if you stand in his way he will kill you without batting an eye. Everyone fears him and yet I’m being forced upon him. How am I suppose to go live with him and be his mate? How will I survive?

"Cool," she said, targeting my lips again but I dragged backward till I met a wall. The look of unreadiness and confusion dispersed around my gaze the more I tried to hide them. "umm...can we really do this here? I mean it's a classroom" I chuckled reluctantly. She stared into my eyes and her face told a lot. I didn't want to be that person just yet, I still wanted to spend more time with her. "fine, if you're not in the mood" she turned to go away. I couldn't stop my arm from holding her and dragging her close to me. I wish I could let her walk away. ********************************************** I met Zara first and she wasn't a twin wolf I picked up to have fun with. She was a human I wanted to have fun with. Even though she was a kind girl with a glistening beauty, I knew I would break her heart. No, that's what I thought until started to feel something deeper. I abandoned my task from the Luna and spent the weeks with her, playing football with humans in Mexico. The minute I thought to correct that, her twin sister, Clara showed up and worsen the scenario. Unlike Zara, Clara is a wolf and... my mate.

I did three years in prison for my wife, Lilian Parson. The day I got out, she handed me an envelope for her company's grand opening. Inside was a single dollar bill. For a second, I thought it was a mistake. Then I saw her colleague, Nathan Ramsey, holding his envelope—his also contained a single dollar. Relieved, I pushed my doubts aside. I smiled, stood by Lilian's side through the entire ceremony, the picture of a proud, supportive husband. That night, scrolling through Instagram, I saw Nathan's latest post. A photo of a check. [Congratulations to Lilian Parson on the grand opening! So generous—100 million as a gift!] The comments section exploded with envy and blessings, congratulating him and "the boss" on finally becoming a couple. Lilian offered no explanation. Instead, she hurried to draw a line between us. "You just got out of prison," she said coolly. "It's not a good look to go public right now. Let's keep our marriage a secret. In front of others, just call me your boss." Then she turned around and liked Nathan's post. I wiped the tears from my eyes, picked up my phone, and dialed the number of her greatest rival. "From now on, I work for you," I said.

I was a slum kid who fell for Damon Vitale, New York’s most feared Godfather. For five years, I was his. I took nine bullets for him. He’d kiss my scars as I bled out for him. Hold me close. Clasp the queen’s necklace around my throat. Then, once I healed, he’d fuck me senseless, with a passion that felt like forever. I thought we’d spend our lives together. I thought he would marry me. But on our 999th night together, he told me he was engaged. To Bianca, a mafia princess from a rival family. I swallowed my tears. He just grabbed my chin, blew smoke in my face, and laughed. "You didn't really think you could marry me, did you, Nora? Let's be clear. We fuck. That's it. You're not a partner. You're a piece of art I collect. A pet I own." A pet. That’s all he ever wanted for me. Instead, I picked up a burner phone. [I'm taking your offer. Three days. Get me the hell out of New York.]

Abandoned at the borders of Darkfang as a child she was taken in by the generosity of the previous Alpha and raised along with his sons before he passed away. From a young age it was crystal clear that there was an undeniable bond between her and the Alpha twins; this was confirmed when she became of age at the mating ceremony and found out that she was fated to both brothers. She loved Wulfric but the weight of her decision was great knowing that whoever she picked would inevitably be chosen as the Alpha King, completely unprompted Wulfric rejects her in public and leaves the pack. Devastated, she falls into the arms of his brother and develops feelings for him. He promises to Cherish forever but that promise doesn't last long after 3 years pass and each of her children are girls. But she never gets to deliver them, one accident or another always occurs and causes a miscarriage. He starts to gather concubines, neglecting her until she is pushed into the foreground. She reaches her breaking points after finding out that he was the one who arranged for each of her miscarriages, in her burning flame for revenge she makes an impulsive choice reaching out to someone she hadn't heard from in years with one insane request that would not only eventually push Ranger out of power but give her her revenge- “Wulfric will you be my concubine?”

For the eighteenth time, Samson brought home his new lover and enjoyed their intimacy right in front of me. Knowing he was doing this to get back at me, I just quietly picked up their scattered clothes. Five years ago, Samson was nearly killed in a kidnapping. Ignoring all his desperate pleas, I broke up with him and left the country. Five years later, he became the CEO of a major corporation and used his wealth to keep me at his side as his personal assistant. Every so often, he would bring home a different woman and flaunt their affection in front of me just to humiliate me. Samson never knew that I had saved him from those kidnappers five years ago—and that I was the one who couldn't let go of him. Things went on this way until he brought Judy back. My cousin, someone I had financially supported for years. When Judy proudly stroked her belly and told me she was pregnant with Samson’s baby, I just congratulated her calmly. Then, I turned and made a phone call. “Hello, about that Medical Support Project we discussed? I’ve decided—I’m ready to join.”

WARNING!!! 18+ ONLY His to Tame, Hers to Protect How do you feel… when you are asked to k!ll the only man you have come to love in this cold, wicked world? They call her Queen Mafia— a name feared across the entire mafia world. She earned it. She lived it. She is mafia. Orphaned. Abandoned. Broken. Used. Left to rot on the streets, until Lord Lucario, ruthless boss of The Mambas Organisation, picked her up, molded her, trained her, made her lethal. She never knew what love was. Never felt it. Never wanted it. Love was weakness. And weakness could get you k!lled. She became untamable. Impossible to love. Impossible to be loved. Until… he came along. The multi-billionaire. The dominating CEO of Petersons Kiddies World. He wasn't supposed to mean anything. But fate had its own twisted plans. And she fell, fell so hard. Now, with a gun in her hand and a choice on her shoulders, she is faced with the unthinkable: Pull the trigger… and walk free. Or spare him… and sign her death sentence. Can she do it? Or will love… be her ultimate undoing? Read on for the deadly, intoxicating tale of Queen Mafia. A story where power collides with passion. And only one can survive.

The day I found out I was pregnant, they threw me in the cold room. Ninety-nine calls later, Sandro Vaitti finally picked up. "The Family made that call," he said. "It was Genny's birthday. She got a fever because of you. This is your punishment. Just wait—once you're out, I'll marry you." Sandro's favorite line? 'Just wait.' His mafia family hated me. He swore once he gave them their precious heir, he'd cut ties and choose me. I bought it. Waited two years. Waited while he hooked up with Helga Cicili and had a kid—Genny. Then came the kicker: A daughter can't carry the Family name. He had to have a son with Helga. And yeah, I believed him. Again. Waited another year—until Helga got pregnant with his golden boy. I thought, 'Finally. Done waiting.' Then plot twist—I was pregnant too. Day before the wedding. Felt like fate. Didn't even get to tell him. They locked me up. Cold room. I curled up, shaking, barely breathing. When the door creaked open, I knew— I was done. Done waiting. Done begging. I'd leave. And I'd take my baby with me.

After my husband picked up his secretary and our son, they went into the hotel for a business meeting. Photos of them were trending online. I gave him a call to ask him about it, but he hung up on me impatiently. “I’m meeting a client. Obviously, we’re meeting at the hotel! Can you stop being unreasonable?” I was busy contacting IT support to retract the trending topics. Two hours later, I received a call from the emergency department of the hospital. When I reached the hospital, my son was already dead. In his hand, he was still holding a staff ID tag. The secretary’s name was on the tag. I broke down crying. My husband, Zac Davis, had blocked my number so I could not reach him. After I completed the hospital procedures, Zac finally returned my call. He sounded very angry and impatient, “Did you fetch our son? Why didn’t you inform me? Don’t you know that we’re all waiting for him to pass us the agreement? Just send the document over now!” After that, he immediately hung up and blocked my number again. I stared at the notification on my phone and sneered. I was going to snatch your clients and force you into a dead end!

Tempting. It was tempting for she-wolf, Lara Zane, to pick up the small flyer that fell out of her bully’s bag. The paper felt rough in her hands when she picked it up, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw who was on it: Ashton Martins, Alpha of the Blue River pack. It was an announcement of his 18th birthday party, but also a reminder that she could never attend such an elite party. She was a nobody; an omega low-class nobody.But fate had a plan of its own. She manages to get invited to this party miraculously and meets her crush for the first time in person. Ashton is a gentleman, of course, and takes her breath away when he tells her that she’s his mate. But everything changes for Lara in a blink of an eye when her supposed mate rejects her later in front of hundreds of people. The very night she had her heart stomped on by the Alpha of the Blue River pack was the same night that fate pushed her into the arms of a powerful, mysterious, and compassionate man: the demon king, Zayn Meyer.With love between their species forbidden, Zayn tries his hardest not to fall for innocent Lara Zane, but with each look into her eyes; each smile from her, and each flip of her hair, he found himself drowning. Drowning in a love that he was forbidden to have.