St Joseph Sound Tides

Mate. I froze mid-step, Venom has never said that word before. I've suddenly forgotten the Rogues I was chasing, my whole attention now on the emotions I was feeling. My vision sharpened, focusing on the faint sound of labored breathing just ahead. My heart hammered in my chest as I walked closer, the bond pulling me forward with an urgency I hadn’t felt in decades. The first thing I saw was her hair, a messy dark bun with strands of white, unusual yet unique. She sat curled up against the base of an old tree, arms wrapped tightly around her knees, shoulders trembling. Her thin, tattered sweater barely shielding her from the cold air. She looked... fragile, a word I never thought I’d associate with my mate. Ariel’s life has been anything but easy. Orphaned as a child and left in the care of a cruel stepfather and stepbrother, she’s endured years of emotional and physical abuse. Despite her circumstances, she’s always felt something stirring beneath the surface—an unexplained restlessness, vivid dreams of running under the moonlight, and a deep connection to the forest around her. Zayn, the alpha of the Shadowcrest pack, has spent years searching for his fated mate, the one who would complete him and stand by his side to no avail…he had finally given up on ever finding her. His pack thrives under his leadership, but his heart has grown weary, doubting the Moon Goddess’s promise of a mate. When a chance encounter leads him to Ariel, he’s stunned to discover that the fragile, broken girl is his destined partner—and more than that, she’s a wolf completely unaware of her true nature.

Every tear I shed feeds his ego. Every whimper, his pride. Every bruise he leaves behind, his silent claim over me. He takes me cold. Leaves me ruined. And I wait - quiet, breathless, for the next time he comes back to break me again. He thinks he has me in the palm of his hand. Thinks I’m nothing without him. A fragile wife, meek, obedient. A weakness he never needed. I let him believe it. I never tried to break the illusion. As long as I have his hands on me, As long as his shadows reach for me, That’s enough. But in the dark, daggers roam. And with every sound my heels make, they fall. He still thinks I’m glass, But he hasn’t heard me shatter.

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her. She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground. Next, quite footsteps. Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed. He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red hair gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?", she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused. Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them. "Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest. "The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material. But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head. Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily. Roseline froze. She wanted to scream but in that moment, she forgot how to.

"Let's get a divorce." Renna had said to her treacherous husband, Hayes Campbell, walking in on him with not one of his numerous mistresses that she knew of, but her sister, this time. Renna thought divorcing him would be the end of her misery but what about her father? The vicious man who she grew up to him finding fault in everything she did, she was his prodigal daughter while Nadia, her sister, was his favorite, despite how frequently she strayed. He disowned her right after the divorce and pushed her into the street. Divorced, disowned, and critically ill, Renna passed out on the street of New York. Renna thought she was dead until she opened her eyes in a hospital, and her ex-husband's uncle beside her. "Hey, kitten." He winked. "Don't call me that." Renna spat. "Fine, does Mrs Campbell sound better?" "Not that either," she mumbled. "Hayes and I are getting divorced." He was unusually quiet for a while, and when Renna looked up to his face, he had a smug smirk plastered all over. "Well, I guess that changes everything then." "What does that even..." "Marry me." "What?" "I will offer you a life every single lady on earth will be jealous of, kitten, the world will be at your feet, including your ex-husband, all you have to do is say yes." His name is Landon; Hayes's uncle and biggest threat. No one knew the mystery behind his hatred for Hayes. The business deals that Hayes wanted, he took them; Hayes popularity and influential spot in the country, he took that away, and now he has come for her. But not just as a game.

Monique** I was raised to hate everything Radek stands for. He's the Moonvale Alpha's son, our sworn enemy. Arrogant, smug, always too calm. But somehow, he's always there around me. I was forced to believe it was just fate playing a trick on me, except there was one thing I didn't see coming. Radek** Winning Monique over was never supposed to be easy. Her fire, her hatred, the walls we were forced to build against each other. Everyone knew the daughter of the Ravenmont alpha was a no go area but I couldn't afford to stay away from the one my wolf calls. I knew what I was up against and I had a plan. I just wasn't sure what would come next. **** Two different lives made to live against each other, until the tides change. Less games and more plans, one show to turn it all around.

Even though we live in modern times, the coven seems stuck in the Dark Ages. As the heir apparent to the throne, Zalindra is under pressure to marry in order to maintain the lineage's strength. Seriously? That feels so out of touch with today's world. Her true passion lies in honing her skills to protect the coven. Romance? Not a priority for her, let alone marriage. But everything changes when she encounters Lucian and Lorian. I hate to sound cliché, but it was a case of instant attraction. Just one tiny hiccup: they have no idea they're witches. That doesn't make me want them any less .

"Stop running from the truth and your fate, Lia. If you do, we won't rest till we find you again.” “Tell me, who in the world gets mated to two Alpha's, doesn't it sound abnormal to you.” —-- Andalia Finley’s life fell apart the day her mate rejected her. Things only got worse when she was tied to someone else, a man who treated her like a replacement. Alongside him was his friend, another Alpha, who made her life even harder. Just when the pain became too much to carry, an accident took away a few of her memories, leaving her with a painful reminder that the thing about soulmate was a lie. After that, she and her mother spent months moving from pack to pack, always hiding, always looking for a place to feel safe. Her mother did everything she could to protect her, especially from the people who had hurt her before. One day, after surviving an accident, her mother made a risky choice, to let Andalia hide under a new name in a powerful enemy’s pack. She worked quietly as a maid in the Alpha’s mansion, thinking she could stay unnoticed. But fate had other plans. There, she met two Alphas. They were strong, feared, and painfully familiar. What happens when the moon goddess hits her in the face with, “Don't you underestimate me, I make things happen for a reason child.”

Three years of marriage. One contract. Zero kisses. Lira Hart, rising actress and media sweetheart, has been married to cold, enigmatic billionaire Damian Blackwood for three long, loveless years. Their union was forged not from love, but from a contract signed by their powerful families. While the world envied her last name, Lira knew the truth: he never wanted her. Never touched her. Never looked at her like she mattered. Until the night she asked for a divorce. Suddenly, the man who never cared is showing up on her film sets, making headlines with unexpected kisses, and whispering things that sound dangerously like regret. But Lira’s heart isn’t something she’s willing to gamble anymore, not after three years of being invisible in his world. Can a man who locked his heart away learn how to love the woman who’s already slipping through his fingers? Or is this billionaire three years too late?

" My Fantasies, Exposed!" . . . Elias McIntyre was the perfect definition of a Nerd. She was Introverted, shy, academically sound, and of course, wore glasses. But, this Nerd had a secret she never shared with anyone. She has a huge crush on Kaelen Nightshade: a biker and Captain of the Football team, who also happened to be her brother's rival. To make matters worse, she had a book where she wrote all the fantasies she had about him. Her life was going smoothly until she walked into school one day, and all eyes were on her. No...it couldn't be!

“Now tell me who you belong to,” He rasped, his breath hot against my face as I straddled him. The way his arms wrapped around my waist made my breath hitch, and I clutched onto his shirt tighter. “Answer me,” he thundered, making me shudder in fright. “I belong to Prince Darion,” I muttered, my voice low. I could feel the sound of my erratic heartbeat drumming against my chest, yet I could only grind my teeth against each other. … Chosen by Darion Gray, I'd become his possession, unable to escape even if I wanted to. Not only had he owned my body, but my soul as well. What I hadn't expected was for me to fall for a man who had worn a mask since the beginning. A mask he never took off.