The Admiral: Roaring Currents

She was his chosen Luna… until he replaced her. The night Rhea Blackthorne walked into the clubhouse and saw another woman carrying her Alpha’s child, her world shattered. Pregnant, betrayed, and hunted by pack law, she did the unthinkable, she stole Kael Draven’s prized motorcycle and vanished into the human world. Five years later, Rhea isn’t a broken Luna anymore. She’s an outlaw rider with her own colors, her own rules, and a secret that could destroy an Alpha, his son. But the past never stays buried. Now Kael Draven is no longer just an Alpha. He’s the ruthless president of a deadly werewolf biker gang, and he’s found her. He wants his mate back. He wants his heir. And he doesn’t care how much blood he has to spill to get them. Caught between roaring engines, burning desire, and a bond that refuses to die, Rhea must fight for her freedom, her child, and the life she built on the road, before the man who broke her claims her again. Betrayal. Outlaws. Secret heirs. A Luna who refuses to kneel..

Liam Chase and I were legendary in Celandre City—the most infamous enemies ever bound by marriage. He hated me for being shameless, convinced I'd schemed my way into becoming his wife. I despised him for playing the celibate knight for Alexa Conley and treating me coldly. In eight years of marriage, his most frequent words to me were, "Get out." Then the flood came. The man who'd never spared me a single kindness shoved me onto the last lifeboat. Over the roaring water, he shouted, "Don't look back! Go! Khloe, my debt to you is paid. In the next life, I belong only to Alexa." I lunged for him, but someone wrenched me back. I could only watch as the water swallowed Liam whole. When rescue teams finally came, they found his body bloated, his fingers locked around Alexa's pendant in a grip no one could break. Afterward, I sold everything we owned, donated it all to the disaster relief, and jumped off a building. But when I opened my eyes, I was back… on the night Liam got drugged.

"Olivia Blackwood had it all: a thriving career in London's cutthroat financial district, a beautiful Kensington home, and a loving husband. But when she catches her spouse in a heartbreaking act of betrayal, her world shatters. Throwing herself into work, Olivia's ruthless efficiency catches the eye of Callum Wolfe, the enigmatic CEO of a global conglomerate. Drawn to Callum's magnetic presence, Olivia finds herself entangled in a world beyond her wildest imagination. Callum is no ordinary billionaire – he's the Alpha of London's most powerful werewolf pack. As Olivia navigates the dangerous waters of pack politics and primal attraction, she discovers she may be Callum's fated mate. But the scars of betrayal run deep, and Olivia's growing feelings for Callum war with her fear of being hurt again. When her past comes roaring back into her life, Olivia must decide whether to trust her head or her heart. Meanwhile, a rival pack circles ever closer, threatening everything Callum has built. In a world where boardroom battles are as fierce as those fought under the full moon, can Olivia overcome her fears to embrace her destiny? Or will the wounds of the past doom both Olivia and Callum to a fate worse than heartbreak?"

He was known to be a ruthless, monstrous, barbaric and cruel Alpha who willingly slaughtered his own parents as soon as he claimed his title. I wasn’t weak, I know. I wasn’t innocent, I know. I wasn’t fragile, I know I wasn’t excited, I know. Those were the four-lettered words I was currently battling with, as he pulled me possessively to his chest as he announced to everyone holding me to his well-built, hard chest. "Just so you all know, she is mine! And you know better than to dare lay a finger on her! I, Alpha Zale Van Dizetro, hereby claim her as my mate.” he warned, roaring out loud to everyone. *** Amelia Adams unknowingly enters a mating ball, where she bumps into ruthless and stone cold Alpha Zale Van Dizetro who’s known as a cruel and ferocious Alpha. He claims her as his mate immediately. However, she's forced to play the most dangerous role as the Luna of his pack. His pack detests her instantly thinking she's a weak wolf. How about when jealous exes come into the picture? Or when she starts to discover who she truly is? Would her distinct abilities be a detriment? Or the best thing that have ever happened to the pack?

With Alpha Cain…there's just something with him that makes my blood boil to the hottest degree, my mind roaring with spite and disdain every time I look at him in the eyes. I often ask myself, "Am I really sure to be the Alpha's Pet or am I just looking at the fastest way to die?" Maybe I'll never know the answer. Maybe I also knew the answer already. But deep inside, one thing's for sure: I hate Alpha Cain. But I also like some part of him. And I hate that part of myself that liked the part of him. *** Anastasia is an I-don't-fucking-care type of Omega who, because she's already bruised outside and broken deep inside, just accepts whatever comes her way. But Alpha Cain somehow liked her wicked mouth. She's the only Omega who can talk back to him with enough sarcasm and wits that most of his pack members lack of. And in the tradition of most packs, whether in every year, months, or even weeks and days, the Alpha will choose among Omegas as his Pet: a more accurate term for his personal bed warmer. It is an actual title in a pack reserved to only one person, with benefits and privileges on its own. And because Anastasia accidentally became drunk the night Alpha Cain tested her skills in bed, she rode so wild and satisfied the Alpha more than he expected. And a hate-to-love, pet-to-lovers tale began to unfold.

On the third year of our anniversary, the cruise ship Louise York—my fiancee—and I were on sank. I gave her the only life jacket we had before getting dragged under the currents and losing contact with the world. Three years later, after I healed from my injuries, I rushed back just in time to see her getting married to my adopted brother. Since she owed me her life, she was forced to marry me instead. That caused her to start hating me, because I had separated her from the man she loved. Even my parents accused me of being immature. They said that I was ruining my brother’s happiness. Their coldness and rejection caused me to become obsessive, and I fell into despair. Then, my family’s enemy came looking for revenge. To save my life, Louise ended up being stabbed right into her heart. Blood gushed out of her as she tried her best to drag me to a safe place. “Nathan, I’m returning the life I owe you. I just hope that you won’t bother me again. I just want… to be with Stanley…” I felt my chest twist in pain as I died full of hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the day I crashed their wedding.

I realized my period was two weeks late after going on a trip to the swimming pool with my best friend, Gianna Lowe. Gianna insisted that I take a pregnancy test. I was stunned when I saw the two red lines on the pregnancy stick test. I had a boyfriend, Mitchell Gray, but I was a conservative person, so I still hadn't slept with Mitchell. I couldn't help but wonder whose baby this was. I planned to just terminate the mystery pregnancy, but Mitchell pretended to be worried about my health, offering to marry me and raise the child. It was finally my delivery date. I was lying weakly in the delivery room when Mitchell shoved a pillow over my face and smothered me, roaring, "You slut! Did you think I'd raise another man's child? I'll make you and this illegitimate child pay for everything!" I was too weak to resist since I had just given birth, so Mitchell successfully killed me. I suddenly open my eyes and realize that I have returned to the day I found out about my pregnancy. I am completely determined this time—I have to find out who the father really is!

Chloe Decker has spent her whole life trying to stay out of trouble especially the kind that rides a motorcycle, wears a leather jacket, and smirks like the world belongs to him. Unfortunately, that trouble has a name: Alfie. They go to the same school, live in the same town, and hate each other with a passion that could burn down the world. He’s the arrogant son of the Black Fangs MC President, while she’s the quiet girl who wants nothing to do with the club or its reckless members. But when a cruel prank, a dangerous secret, and one unexpected night throw them together, Chloe’s world begins to unravel. Alfie isn’t just the ruthless biker everyone fears he’s also the boy who can’t stop looking at her like she’s the only thing keeping him alive. Every fight between them feels like a spark. Every touch feels like a threat. And soon, their hate turns into something much darker and much harder to control. In a world filled with roaring engines, loyalty, and betrayal, love was never supposed to happen especially not between enemies. But fate has other plans, and Chloe will soon discover that sometimes, the most dangerous hearts are the ones that were meant for you all along.

He said I was too weak to stand beside him. Adrian Thorn - my fated mate, my first love rejected me before the entire pack. I remember his words more clearly than his touch: “You’re not the Luna I need.” So I did what every broken Omega does. I ran. I hid my smell, my heart, and my dreams of ever being his. But fate is cruel. Because when Kieran, his cousin, the exiled heir, the playboy Alpha with danger in his smile returned, everything I’d buried came roaring back to life. He saw me. Not the weak Omega I’d been told I was, but the woman who could bring an Alpha to his knees. And when he touched me… my wolf didn’t shrink. She claimed. Now Adrian wants me back. Kieran wants me too. And the pack? They want blood. Because what none of them know is that I carry a secret one that could crown the next Alpha… or destroy the entire Moonlight Crown pack. He refused me. But I’m the one fate chose. When love turns to war, who will I betray the mate who broke me, or the Alpha who burns for me?

Our daughter, Luna Woods, developed a high fever. Her body was burning hot. I immediately dialed 911 for help. The dispatcher on the other end kept repeating his questions. He spoke slowly, as if deliberately stalling for time. By the time I finally heard the ambulance siren, Luna was already turning cold in my arms. In less than a year, my wife and I separated. We were consumed by endless grief and blamed for each other. Afterward, I merely existed for the sake of it. I was a hollow shell of a man. Then, one day, I received a wedding invitation from my ex-wife. The moment I played the audio invitation, a chill ran down my spine. The groom’s voice was identical to that of the slow, dawdling dispatcher from that year! I rushed out, utterly distraught, only to be hit by a roaring train. When I opened my eyes again, I heard Luna crying in the next room. Her forehead was burning hot. My wife hurriedly handed me the phone. “Quick, call 911! I’ll get a wet towel.” My hands trembled as I took the phone. When it was answered, I heard a familiar male voice through the receiver. “911, what’s your emergency?”