Red Moon： Rising From The Ashes

TGLES #1 Xander Redent x Athena Lemiere Xander Redent is the son of Jordan Redent a.k.a the owner of the York Company which makes him very very rich. Not only rich but he was blessed with a brilliant brain and charming face. Of course with that package of perfectness, he's a playboy. Athena Lemiere is the daughter of Matthew Lemiere. Just like her dad, she's cold, tough and a rock head but she has her clumsiness from her mom which makes her very attractive. Her dream is to be a mechanic, she loves dealing with cars since she was a little kid. She can spend time in the garage for hours to learn about it.

After his fated mate died, Alpha Killian Thorne spent ten years resenting me. I was the Omega healer he never chose—bound to him by duty, not love. A substitute. A scar on a bond neither of us asked for. No matter how deeply I healed his wounds, no matter how quietly I stayed by his side, all he ever said was: “If you really want to please me, Clara… then disappear.” But when death came charging, it wasn’t I who fell. He did. Bleeding out in my arms, Killian looked at me one last time and whispered: “If only I’d never met you…” At the funeral, his mother wept. “He should’ve been with Selena. I never should’ve let him mate with you.” His father’s glare cut through me. “Killian saved you three times. Why wasn’t it you in that grave?” Everyone regretted that he had bonded with me. Even I did, too. I was cast out of the pack with nothing— No title. No Luna severance. No den to call my own. And then… perhaps the Moon Goddess took pity on me. She gave me one final chance to rewrite fate. This time, I won’t beg for his love. This time, I won’t tether him to pain. This time, I’ll sever the bond before it begins. I could already hear the gears of fate turning, and this time, I would move first.

She emerges from the ashes of her family and the pack's tragic demise... A beautiful, happy she-wolf who in an instant lost everything she has ever known, loved and cherished, trampled and killed by a devious enemy attack. From the blood and mangled flesh of her loved ones, a rage she has never known erupted and consumed her whole being allowing her to shift. The appearance of the supreme ferocious Red Wolf - the only one in existence! Shedding bloody tears, her heart in deep sorrow for she will be happy and content not being able to shift if it means she can have them back! When he learns what happened to her mate's pack, the emotionless Alpha King Lucian, the King of the Werewolves, for once feels devastation and fury he never felt before. He decided to come out from the shadows and leave everything behind to go to her. Boiling with uncontrollable jealousy, when some daring, bold wolves appear to covet what was always his, he informs her that she is his mate and the Luna of his pack. But will she acknowledge him when her soul and wolf are in tatters and clamoring for a bloodlust vengeance? He vowed to kill her adversaries and to keep her safe always from their enemies, but who would actually be doing the guarding? Let's check it out.

Livvy was the Beta's daughter. Mated to the Alpha after being treated horribly by him for the last few years, two of which he knew they were fated yet said nothing and went around with another she-wolf that claimed she was his chosen Luna. After being rejected she ran away, started a life in a small town away from all werewolves until the day she is found, five years later. Now she is to return to a pack she no longer views as home where her younger brother took the Beta position after am untimely passing of their father. Alpha Timothy never took a chosen mate despite what she thought, he pined after her instead. Now that she is back he will do whatever it takes to earn her love since he broke their bond. Will she take him back, or will she choose to take a chosen mate in his stead?

A young woman learns that her grandfather, whom she had never met before or knew was alive, has vital information to tell her. Torn between learning of her past and staying in her comfortable life, she must decide if it's worth losing everything she knows or leaving it all behind. Suppose that's even an option for someone born to lead a Pack. Isabella must decide if she wants to go back to her life before or face an uncertain, dangerous world where she can discover who it was behind her family's deaths. Faced with learning of her family she never had, she finds her own within these people who call her Luna. She's torn between her desire of belonging and returning to what her life once was. But the future comes at a hefty price. And her's is 6'6 with bright eyes.

Jaroch, my mate, had a twin brother, Torma, who was the Gamma of the Shadow Grove Pack. Torma was born with exceptional combat abilities. After Torma died, my mother-in-law, Neradia, feared losing influence in the pack. She forced Jaroch to assume Torma's identity and take over as Gamma. To keep the lie from unraveling, she ordered Jaroch to sleep nightly with his widowed sister-in-law, Lezah, hoping they'd produce a pup. I was furious and protested against it. Neradia slapped me hard across the face. "As long as Lezah doesn't remarry, your husband will continue to be the Gamma. You'll enjoy endless wealth and glory too," she said. I thought Jaroch would refuse, but he had no problem tossing morality aside and getting into bed with Lezah. The worst part was that they flaunted their love right in front of me. When Lezah got pregnant, I decided I'd had enough. I wanted to leave with my daughter, Sylvia Cardin. Instead, Jaroch locked me in a room and went on a family vacation with everyone else but me. That was when a pack of rogues broke into our home. They robbed us, set fire to the house, and were about to kill everyone. I called Jaroch in a panic and begged for help, but he replied in an irritated voice, "Bityah, stop making a scene. Just behave! "Lezah agreed to get along with you. You should learn from her and be more considerate. "From now on, I'll spend Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays with you. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays are hers." He then hung up. The house burned to the ground, and I died in the fire. He had already severed our mate bond. He didn't even sense that I was gone. Only Sylvia cried out in the flames. "Mommy! Mommy, please don't leave me!"

Ayesha McKenzie is tired of her life, because of her situation facing everyday. At school sometimes she got bullied by her schoolmates, at their house she got abuse by her cruel mother. Her life since she was 10 years old had fallen when her father left them to be with another girl. She's thankful that her friends is there for her to comfort her. Habang patagal ng patagal ay dumidilim ang kanyang mundong kinakaharap sa araw araw na nararanasan niya until she met him. Mac Lawrence Alcantara. Ayesha thinks Mac is her moon because he's the one who light up her dark world. He's always there to comfort her, to care of her, to love her hanggang sa may isang pangyayare na nagpabago ng lahat at muling dumilim ang kanyang mundo.

As the only human inside a werewolf pack, Amy is counting the days until she can leave. With all the kids in the pack shunning her after they started receiving their wolves, she is left with one friend. Until the future gamma of the pack takes an interest in her, and she finds herself friends with all the future leaders of the pack. Not trusting her new friends, she gets a wake-up call. Family secrets are unearthed and her life as she knows it will never be the same.

Betrayal! Vengeance! Reclaimed! Betrayed by her Alpha husband, Richard, Storm is shattered but when rival Alpha Kieran Blackwood [her former love turned ruthless leader] returns and seizes control, old flames reignite as he attempts to claim her. Forced to choose between loyalty to her cheating husband and desire for her first love, Storm must walk through a treacherous path of love, vengeance, and power. As Richard's obsession threatens to tear them apart, Kieran's fierce declaration under the full moon changes everything: "Storm Tevaro! You're mine, now and forever!"

I found a condom and a lace thong in the bathroom trash can. John and I had not been intimate in over a year, and I certainly did not own that kind of underwear. I thought about calling him, but then I came across a post from his god-sister of him passionately holding and kissing her foot. Though I was heartbroken, I did not cry or cause a scene. I turned off my phone and forced myself to carry on with life. Eventually, John finally noticed something was wrong. With red eyes, he asked, "Why didn't you care about me flirting with another woman?"