Starving Chord Novels & Stories

The Rejected Luna’s Revenge: Six Alphas and a Secret Pregnancy Book 2: The Sovereign Queen’s Coronation The bond is severed. The secrets are out. And the Northlands are about to burn. After surviving three years of cold rejection and a brutal exile, Sierra Vaughn is no longer the "wolfless" Omega of the Steele Pack. Returned to her true throne as the Lunar Heiress, she is shielded by the Vaughn Circle—six elite Alpha brothers who have turned their collective power into a shield for her and her unborn twins. While Landon and Miles begin the surgical dismantling of Steele Industries, and Dr. Aaron monitors the staggering power of the pups growing within her, Sierra is forced to navigate the treacherous political waters of the Great-Packs. No longer a submissive wife, she must reclaim her voice and her strength, transforming her misunderstood power into a weapon that will unite the ancient territories. But across the border, Cameron Steele is falling apart. The Severance he thought would set him free has instead left a void that no high-ranking mate can fill. As the truth of Sierra’s heritage—and her pregnancy—leaks through the Steele Pack’s crumbling defenses, Cameron’s regret turns into a feral obsession. He didn't just throw away a wife; he discarded the Sovereign of the North. Lexi Hart’s lies are being dismantled brick by brick, but a cornered wolf is the most dangerous. As Lexi plots a final, desperate act of sabotage to maintain her stolen status, Cameron prepares to go to war against the Vaughn Circle to reclaim the mate he betrayed. He is desperate to apologize. He is starving for her scent. But to reach Sierra, Cameron won't just have to face her brothers—he’ll have to face the Queen she has become.

[MATURE CONTENT R18] “I want this,” I whispered, my voice shaking with need. “I’ve been saving myself for you, Gavin. Take me and make me yours.” "Jesus, Mel... you're a virgin?" I bit my lips hard, eyes glued on his as I trailed one finger down from my boobs to the middle of my stomach, past the lace of my panties, and into my core. His eyes followed the movement, his chest heaving. I lifted the finger and placed it on my tongue, swirling it around and sucking it. “I'm a virgin, Gavin, but I'm not innocent. I need you to ruin me!” ~~\\~~\\~~\\~~\\~~ Melanie Wealth has spent her whole life starving for love. Ignored by her powerful politician father, she has learned to survive in the shadows... until Gavin Thorne makes her feel seen. He’s the legendary coach of Chatham University’s hockey team, her boyfriend's coach, and her father's best friend. ​When a violent night leaves Melanie covered in blood and out of options, she flees to the only sanctuary she knows. One forbidden touch is all it takes for years of pent-up longing to explode into an unfiltered, passionate night that changes everything. ​But Gavin Thorne is keeping more than just a secret affair. ​By day, he rules the ice. By night, he’s a man with a hidden agenda and a dangerous mission that targets the very blood running through Melanie’s veins. In a world of secrets, power, and betrayal, can love survive when the mission is complete? Or was Melanie just a pawn in a game she never knew she was playing?

"I saved his life with a lie. Now, I have to live it—or die in his bed." Noah Bennett is a nobody, a starving survivor in a kingdom of ice. When he finds the poisoned, half-dead King Ethan Walker in a frozen ravine, he makes a desperate, split-second choice to secure his future. He pitches his voice high, binds his chest, and claims to be a maiden named Abigail. He expected a reward and a quiet escape. He didn’t expect the King to wake up with a terrifying, soul-deep obsession. Now, the "Angel of the Ravine" has been brought to the palace in a carriage of gold and silk. Ethan Walker is a man of cold steel and dark hungers, a King who pampers his "Abigail" with a devotion that feels like a chokehold. He wants his savior. He wants a Queen. And he wants her—him—in his bed before the moon turns full. As the wedding bells toll, the stakes reach a breaking point: The Lie: One torn gown or one slipped word will lead Noah to the executioner’s block. The Lust: Ethan’s touch is electric, a "Good Turn Bad" obsession that makes Noah’s heart hammer for all the wrong reasons. The Trap: The King’s traitorous brother is watching, the General is suspicious, and the Silver Wolf of the north is howling for the truth. In a court of vipers, Noah is playing the most dangerous game in Aethelgard. He must navigate the King’s possessive "Silk Noose" while hiding the truth beneath his robes. But as Ethan leans in to claim his "bride's" neck, Noah realizes the most terrifying secret of all: The King might already know. And he might like the lie even better than the truth.

For three hundreds under vampire rule, the Blood Prince has drawn a new bride from his realms every fifty years. In my previous life, Seraphina was chosen,Lucian’s childhood sweetheart. The night before our bonding ceremony, she burst into our chamber, tears streaming. “Lucian, I’ve been chosen as the Blood Prince’s seventh bride!” she sobbed. “They say he loses control on his wedding night, drains every drop of blood from his bride. None of the first six lived to see dawn. I don’t want to die—please, claim me as your mate!” But Lucian had already claimed me. And by wolf law, an Alpha may bind only one mate at a time. So I step forward, and refused her. The next day, at the altar, Seraphina slit her throat with a silver dagger. Lucian didn’t flinch. He ordered the blood scrubbed from the stones—and proceeded with our ceremony as nothing had happened. However,on our honeymoon, he pushed me into starving wolves. His eyes burned crimson as he snarled, “If you hadn’t tricked me into marking you earlier, Seraphina would be alive. You killed her.” Over a dozen of wolves with gleaming eyes swarmed me in, tore me limb from limb. Then I woke, back on the day the mate-hunger hex seized Lucian. This time, I dragged Seraph-the girl Lucian cherished as most precious jewel,from her house myself, and shoved her into Lucian’s chamber. “Be his cure, and I’ll take your place as the Blood Prince’s bride instead.

Aria Kane thought the Moon Goddess had finally favored her when Alpha Kael Voss of the Shadowthorn Pack claimed her as his fated mate beneath the blood moon,his hand wrapped around her throat, his teeth grazing her neck while the entire pack watched in awe. One heartbeat later, he shattered her. “You are nothing but weak, weak filth,” he snarled, rejecting their bond in front of everyone before choosing the pure blooded Seraphina as his Luna for a political alliance. Humiliated, broken, and cast out like trash, Aria fled into the night with nothing but the burning scar of a severed mate bond. Two months later, she discovered she was carrying his twins. Five years on, Aria returns to Shadowthorn,not as the timid girl they discarded, but as a deadly rogue hunter with a reputation soaked in blood. She is raising two powerful five year old heirs who carry ancient shadow wolf blood and gifts that could destroy the pack. When a brutal war with the rival Crimsonfang Pack forces Kael to summon her back under threat of death, the rejected mate bond erupts violently between them. The same alpha who once humiliated her now looks at her like a starving beast, desperate to claim what he threw away. He will lock her in his chambers, knot her until she screams, and burn his own empire to possess her again. But Aria is done being anyone’s mate. She has secrets that could topple the Shadowthorn throne. Allies who betrayed her in the darkest ways. And two innocent children Kael can never have,unless he is willing to kneel, bleed, and destroy everything he once chose over her.

The captain is dead to the world. And I’m the only one holding the kill switch. Ethan Carter, the "Glacier of Silvercrest," was the most feared Alpha to ever step onto the ice. Now, he’s nothing but a shell—a broken, comatose legend trapped in his own body. My life? It was supposed to be simple. Graduate, survive the pack’s bottom-tier status, and pay off my father’s ruinous blood-debts. Instead, the pack elders handed me a contract soaked in cold, hard malice: I am the designated "Stabilizer." My only job is to touch him, scent him, and keep his wolf from flatlining. I thought I was just a glorified nurse. I didn't realize the Alpha was listening. When Ethan finally wakes, he isn't the hero the Kingdom of Valeria remembers. He’s a starving predator with amber eyes that burn holes through my defenses and a temperament that makes the frost in the mansion seem warm. He hates the bargain, he hates the pack, and—most dangerously—he hates the way his scent turns wild whenever I’m near. He wants me out of his sight. I want to be out of his reach. But in a pack built on secrets, someone is still trying to finish the job they started on his life. Now, the man who wants me gone is the only one who can protect me. And as the rink turns into a battlefield, I’m realizing the most dangerous thing about the Alpha isn't his temper... it’s the fact that once he claims a mate, he doesn't know how to let go. Frozen hearts are meant to shatter. But in the fire of this pack, we’re both going to burn.

I spent a year starving for a man who wouldn't touch me. Then his father and brother decided to feast. Rob called me a slut when I begged him to fuck me. Made me feel worthless for craving his hands on my body. Then he let another woman suck his cock right in front of me—and told me she did it better. I should have left. But I followed him to his family's private island in Italy instead. That's where I met them. Victor Marchetti. Rob's father. Silver hair, ice-blue eyes, and a body built for sin. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole. When his hand touched the small of my back, I felt it between my thighs. Dante. The older brother. Dark, dangerous, and built like he could break me apart with his bare hands. One look from those black eyes and I was wet. One word from that deep voice and I was ready to drop to my knees. I tried to resist. Tried to remember I had a boyfriend sleeping down the hall. But they hunted me. Cornered me. Made me admit what my body had been screaming for. When they finally took me—both of them, at the same time, claiming every hole, every sound, every desperate whimper—I understood what I'd been missing. Victor's hand around my throat while Dante buried himself so deep I couldn't breathe. Two men who didn't just want me. They needed me. Owned me. Ruined me for anyone else. Rob made me beg for scraps. His father and brother made me scream their names.

“I can feel your fear. Your heat. The way your sweet little cunt clenches before I even touch it. You’re not afraid of the beast, Kaerith… You’re starving for him.” He forces her legs wide, claws digging into her hips, pinning her down like prey. The head of his cock—thick, ridged, inhuman—presses against her dripping entrance, teasing her folds, soaking in her slick. “Now spread wider,” he hisses. “And let the beast feed.” — Kaerith—an omega, daughter of the last great Lycan Alpha—was born with the rarest curse of all. She was meant to be ransomed, not enslaved. Now, she’s chained inside Murnokh—a kingdom made of bone and nightmare. A slave. A plaything. A feeding source for Gorvane. Gorvane doesn’t make love. He fucks angrily. He devours. And no one survives it. King Gorvane, a Dreadborn, of the Kingdom of Murnokh, who died as a result of betrayal, rose from a battlefield soaked in centuries of rage. And now, he owns her. He touches her thoughts. Her fear. Her pain. Her buried rage. And he drinks it. But something in Kaerith cracks his hunger. It weakens him. It entices him. And when he finally takes her, it’s not just to feed—it’s to claim. She was never meant to survive his touch. Now, she’s the only thing keeping him sane. He doesn’t understand her softness. Her silence. Her refusal to scream. He’s built to feed on the wreckage of the human heart. But she is making him forget how to starve, how to rage, how to hate. Real love is poison to his kind. Their love is forbidden and if she discovers his True Name—the very grief that birthed him—she will have the power to destroy him… Or to set him free.

"A year of silence, Elena. Did you really think I didn't smell your pulse jumping every time I walked past your desk? I’ve been starving for you for three hundred and sixty-five days." ​Elena Reyes is the perfect secretary. She’s efficient, invisible, and silent. For a year, she has survived the "Ice King" of New York, Silas Vane, by hiding her sharp wit and her curves behind oversized blazers. She thought she was safe. She thought he was just a man who cared more about spreadsheets than souls. ​She was wrong. ​Silas Vane isn't just a billionaire; he’s a predator. An Alpha who has been hunting Elena from across the office, waiting for the one moment her human mask would slip. ​That moment arrives with a single drop of blood. ​One sharp paper cut on a million-dollar report is all it takes. The metallic scent shatters Silas’s control, revealing the golden-eyed beast hiding beneath the four-thousand-dollar suit. In a heartbeat, the office doors are deadlocked, the lights are killed, and the "Ice King" is gone. ​Silas doesn't want her files anymore. He wants her soul, her body, and her submission. He claims she is his Lunar Anchor—the only woman capable of grounding his primal rage. But Elena doesn't bow to "Alphas," and she definitely doesn't follow orders—even when they’re growled against her skin. ​Trapped in a world of lethal pack wars and ancient blood-bonds, Elena has to decide: Is she Silas’s salvation, or is she the only thing capable of destroying him? ​"Lock the doors, Elena. You aren't leaving until you realize that you don't just work for me... you belong to me.”

Luke moved then. Fast. Too fast. One second he was across the room, the next he was in front of her, towering over her like a wall of heat and fury. His hands came up, gripping her arms not gently, not cruelly, but with a force that said he was one second from shattering. “You think I don’t fight for you every damn day?” His voice was low, dangerous, vibrating with something raw. “You think I don’t take bullets for you behind the scenes? Every single move I make is to keep you breathing, Abigail. So don’t you dare stand there and act like I’m doing nothing.” Her breath hitched, but the anger didn’t stop burning. “Then say it to her. Say it to their faces instead of hiding behind silence like a coward!” Something snapped in his eyes then something sharp and blazing. And before Abigail could blink, his mouth was on hers. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was a collision hard, punishing, desperate. All the rage, the fear, the need that had been coiling between them exploded like fire. Abigail gasped against him, her hands going up to his chest, meaning to push him away except she didn’t. Just couldn’t. Because the second his tongue slid against hers, the second his body pressed flush against hers, every bone in her body melted. Luke growled low in his throat, a sound that made heat curl deep in her belly. He spun her, slamming her gently but firmly against the wall, his hands framing her face as he devoured her mouth like he’d been starving for years.