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For eighteen years, my bestie Sarah and I were just regular humans. And then, all of a sudden, we both awakened our werewolf blood. She ended up mated to Logan, like, the most powerful Alpha around. And me? Fate, or whatever, paired me up with Ethan, an Alpha from a pack under Logan's. The day of our mating ceremony, Sarah was all like, "Go on, enjoy Ethan's mark!" I mean, the guy had an eight-pack and was drop-dead gorgeous. But almost a year into our mating, Ethan still hadn't marked me. I cried to Sarah, "What's the point of a mate who won't even mark me?" I never expected Sarah to burst into tears too. "Logan and I… our genes aren't compatible. He can't get me pregnant. I want to break our mate bond too!" So, just like that, we hatched a plan to escape. After a "car accident," both Alphas' mates vanished. It wasn't until we started our new lives that we found out... We were both pregnant!

Alpha Ethan's first love, Sarah, died unexpectedly just days before their marking ceremony. His grief was so profound, it sent shockwaves through the entire Duskrend pack. I spent my youth walking beside him, helping him crawl out of that darkness. And finally, when he was ready to love again, he chose to mark me. In the first two years after he marked me, I got pregnant twice. Both times ended in miscarriage. Ethan, heart aching, told me he couldn't bear to see me suffer through childbirth again. That he didn't want me to endure that kind of pain anymore. But in the third year, I conceived again. On the way to see the pack healer for a routine checkup, I was attacked by a wild beast. My wolf, desperate to protect me, burned through most of her life force holding the creature off. Ethan arrived just in time and carried me to the pack hospital himself. But the healer shook his head. We had lost too much time. The pup couldn't be saved. Worse, my ability to bear pups would be permanently damaged because my wolf was too injured to ever carry life again. My mother clung to me, sobbing. Ethan stood in the corner and smiled. "Joy just can't have pups anymore," he said. "But Sarah—Sarah lost her life because of people like you." Then he looked at my mother, his voice edged with contempt. "You were the one who forced Sarah to abort. You watched her—an Omega without a wolf—scream herself to death. So now, your daughter shall feel that pain too." Five years after severing our mate bond, Ethan had become the most powerful Lycan Chairman the region had ever seen—courted, admired, endlessly celebrated. And me? I was working at an underground club. I was dressed in scraps of fabric, smiling until my cheeks ached, bowing and pouring drinks for whoever walked into the VIP room. There shouldn't have been any reason for our paths to cross again. But Ethan held me tight, eyes red and refusing to let go— “Say it,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Call me your mate.”

I fell in love with my wife the moment I met her, and we eventually got married. She got pregnant not too long after that. Blessed me, but barely a week later, she suffered from excessive bleeding and was taken to the hospital. We lost the baby. The doctor yelled at me because he thought I didn't hold back my urges. That was why we lost the baby. I was flabbergasted. I had never slept with my wife ever since she got pregnant.

"Loving you is the worst sin I've ever committed in my life, Tyron," Lizelle's bitter words seemed to burn her heart. The butterflies in her stomach died, the rain joined her lifeless heart, and above all, her self-loathing could not be erased as if it was a mark engraved on her entire being. What can we bestow for love? What can we waive? And what can we give up? People who were met at the wrong time and chance. How long can they forgive each other to forget the past?

Hatred is one of the biggest issue that everyone is dealing right now where we're all living in the contemporary world. Also forgiveness doesn't exist if we committed a mistake from someone who doesn't want us to be forgiven. Each one of us hated a one person and maybe some of us wish them to bury in dead. We didn't want them to know that we hated them, so we're showing it by avoiding to see them everyday. But, Calvorie University has it's own facebook page to help everyone to say their feelings inside for someone that they hate. The school organization letting them to post a kind of racy video, scandal video, embarrassing video of someone that the sender of the message hated most and let everyone can see it in public. They're keeping the sender names by putting anonymous on their messages. Everyone thinks that it was a good idea for them to say their feelings, not until one day, someone is taking a revenge. The revenge started from killing someone who the sender hated most and next target is the sender. Everyone who requested to post their messages, has been killed. Who's that someone taking a revenge?

"Oral? Rough nights? That's what I've become-the plaything of a man whose name echoes across Asia. We've done things in places where we could have been caught, places where his men could see us, and yet we didn't care. The only thing that mattered was quenching the fire raging inside our bodies. Free? No. Nothing is free anymore. Every desire, every twisted fantasy he wants to play out on me comes with a price-and he pays it without hesitation. Even when it's degrading, even when it crosses boundaries I once thought I had, I take it. No questions asked. But here's what keeps me awake at night: is this all I'll ever be? Are we bound to this cycle, trapped in this dangerous game forever?"

Hana Kinsley: I am one of the few humans not born or mated into this supernatural world. As the Princess of the Bloodmoon pack, I grew up eager for that one-in-a-million chance of a mate. After two years of searching, I knew it was time to live in the human world, away from all things supernatural. I thought starting fresh at Yale was that chance to lead an ordinary life. Oh, how wrong I was. Albert, Aidan, and Isak: By any standard, our friendship is an anomaly. Vampires, demons, and angels do not mingle, yet we have been friends for three centuries. To the students and faculty here at Yale, we are just young professors who joined the staff six years ago. Every year, we choose new targets from the crops of freshmen. This year is different, as we all set our sights on the Bloodmoon Princess. Who will our bet to have her first?

My in-laws were old-fashioned. They insisted that spending New Year's in their hometown was a must for a smooth year ahead. We could not get train tickets, so we decided to drive back. When my wife’s first love heard about it, he insisted on coming with us. He even brazenly took the front passenger seat from me. “Charles, I get carsick easily. I can only sit in the front.” Evan shot me a disdainful look. "It's just a seat. Why are you being so touchy?" “If you knew how to drive, would this even be an issue?” My in-laws chimed in as well. “You’re a grown man. Why are you making such a fuss over something so small?” Outnumbered, I had no choice but to squeeze into the back seat with my in-laws. Then, when we were passing a toll booth, Yvonne spotted a stray dog and was suddenly overcome with compassion. “That poor dog. Let’s bring it home with us.” I immediately objected, “The car is already full. If we bring a dog too, we’ll be over the limit. We won’t even be allowed on the road.” Before I had even finished speaking, Evan turned on me without hesitation. “Charles, in that case, why don’t you give up your seat for the dog? You can just take a cab back!”

"THE MOON SHINES FOR THOSE WHO ARE REJECTED. THE STARS SHALL RADIATE THEIR GLOW UPON ME." Unwanted and abused, all that Ophelia had always wanted was to find her mate who was going to put her out of her miserable life. Luck wasn't always on her side — just when she finally found her mate she quickly got rejected. All hope was lost — her only mate had hurt her and left her for life to cast its dirt on her. Despair was all that Ophelia embraced instead — Torn and helpless, Ophelia walked away from all hope until someone unthinkable laid his eyes on her. It was love at first sight — a second chance to be loved but it was an alpha king of a very prestigious pack. All blossomed into glitters and when she thought of moving higher, her mate, who had rejected her, turns back into her life this time with a mission to win her back. Ophelia is now stuck between two men who would do anything to get her. Who is she going to choose?

🔥🔥A dark forbidden romance between a fallen mafia queen and the four Alpha brothers who claim, cage, and ultimately crave her. TRIGGER WARNING: Contains explicit sexual content, BDSM, violence, breeding kink, and dark romantic elements. For adult audiences (18+/21+) only🔞.] Rule 1: During your heat, you submit. No struggle. No negotiation. We expect Alpha heirs,at least three. If you’re not pregnant, we’ll keep fucking you until you are. Rule 2: If you run, we hunt. Day or night. You’ll be dragged back and fucked again. Rule 3: You’ll beg, either for mercy or for more. Rule 4: You heal when we allow it. Tears tell us how deep we’ve marked you. Vivienne “Viper” Moreau built an empire on blood, power, and ruthlessness. Betrayal stripped it all away. Now she belongs to four Alpha brothers; dangerous, dominant, and unrelenting. They want to claim her. She wants revenge. In a world ruled by predators, desire is a weapon, trust is a trap, and falling for them is the most forbidden sin of all.