The Lost Causes Book

For centuries, the Moon Rocks Pack has lived under a curse: no Alpha of their bloodline may ever have a mate, and no Luna will ever rise beside them. Lyra Thompson was eight years old when her world burned. A rogue wolf attacked her pack, leaving flames, smoke, and chaos in its wake. Her parents’ last command echoed in her ears: Run. Find the Moon Rocks. Too small to fight, too young to shift, Lyra fled into the night — a lost pup alone in a world that had already taken everything from her. The Moon Rocks Pack took her in, raising her as one of their own. They gave her safety. They gave her guidance. But even among wolves, fear has a way of lingering, and Lyra carries the scars of that night — a fear of fire, a wariness of rogue wolves, and a quiet, unshakable sense of loss. Now, one week before her eighteenth birthday, the pack prepares for Oscar Knight’s ascension as Alpha. Strong, disciplined, and raised to believe he will never have a mate, Oscar has accepted the curse as his burden. Until the full moon rises. Until Lyra turns eighteen. The bond that should not exist ignites between them — fierce, undeniable, and powerful enough to shatter a centuries-old curse. But destiny comes with consequences, and the rogue who destroyed Lyra’s past may still be hunting. The Moon Rocks Pack was never meant to have a Luna. Until her.

Reed is the King’s Man, a hunter of rebels and master of avoiding emotional entanglements. He’s seen enough tragic mate bonds to know one thing: he wants no part of it. His plan? Reject his mate the second he meets her. Except his mate turns out to be Clarisse, an arrogant, clueless, detached human who doesn’t even know rejection is an option. All Clarisse wants is to figure out her past, not deal with a grumpy wolf shifter who keeps calling her “human” like it’s an insult. But when assassins come after her, she’s thrown headfirst into Reed’s world of secrets, fur, and fangs. As the bodies pile up and truths unravel, Reed discovers Clarisse is more than his mate. She’s a lost queen with a target on her back. Now Reed is forced to protect the mate he didn’t want, help her claim a throne she never asked for, and survive a conspiracy that’s way above his pay grade. All the while, they both try to resist the mate bond. Tropes: Shifters, crazy FL with no feelings, a little love triangle, witches, conspiracy, obsessed ML, a good amount of spice, and a happily ever after.

Hunter Vaugh, very known in the circuit of clandestine fights as The Sickle, was suspended form UFC for being a very unstable fighter and not being able to restrain his anger out of the rings. He is back to Portland and now dedicates himself to his bar, but he can’t adapt to this slow life. He’s a man who likes the sound of his Harley Davidson and to ride the curves of beautiful women. But behind that bad boy mask, all he desires is to have a woman that’s only his who will accept the beast that lives in him. Margareth Hanks is a veterinarian who just arrived in town, by a blow from destiny she sees herself face to face with Hunter turned into a wolf… He tasted Maggie’s soft skin, seduced by the her tempting scent, now Hunter is obsessed with this woman, he needs to have her at all cost.

"I'm carrying your child, Alpha Donavon," I said, watching his reaction from the ground I sat on. "Repeat what you said," he said, and he walked towards me while I stood up from the ground to face him. "I'm carrying your chill..." I barely completed when I felt his hands on my throat, gripping it hard and cutting me short of breath. This cannot be my child! Because I'm impotent," he said, spat on my face while throwing me across the room, with my body sprawled on the ground.   When the daughter of Alpha Donavon's arch enemy tells him she's carrying his child after a night with her, he rejects and disposes of her claims because he's impotent. What happens when, years later, Alpha Donavon realizes that he's not impotent and Zuri is carrying his child when he sees them? Does he claim them as his, and does Zuri give him the chance to?

“I have to return the same energy I got from you, call it being proud or pride, but I call it wickedness because, The goal is to stay wicked.” Marcus whispered in Zena's ear slowly while he pecks her neck gently and his breath tease her sensation which turns her erogenous. Marcus despises Zena with everything he holds dearly but pretend to love her at all cost. Unknowingly, her throne was auctioned to two male potential Alphas whom she coincidently met. One of them is her soulmate and the other is her bedmate. But will Zena ever discover her real identity? Will she ever find out the truth of her lost throne and who is the betrayer? For how long will she lay with the monster that enslave her?

"Elena, that's not your name, is it?" he teased, sending a shiver down my spine. My breath caught in my throat as I felt his warm breath on my ear, my underwear was . ***** Isabella is the daughter of the former Mafia King. her family's downfall was orchestrated by her father's brother's betrayal, resulting in her expulsion. She was compelled to engage in smuggling from Avalia to Rome and eventually fled, assuming the new identity of a young girl. The city is divided into slums and rich areas, and is ruled by 7 mafia bosses. Eight years later, she met a mysterious boxer who always appeared in underground fighting arenas. He was a dangerous and charming man who always appeared when she was in trouble. Is there any secret behind his approach to her?

She was born an omega — weak, voiceless, invisible. He was born an Alpha — ruthless, feared, untouchable. When Aria Hale’s fated mate rejects her before the entire Silvercrest Pack, she’s left broken… until the night her blood burns silver beneath the moon. Hunted for a power she doesn’t understand and bound by a destiny older than the packs themselves, Aria must rise from ashes and face the Alpha who once cast her aside. But when love and vengeance intertwine, will she destroy him… or claim him forever? In a world where power is everything, the Luna of the Lost Bloodline will remind them that even the moon bows to her light.

As the holiday began, I encountered an exhilarating affair. One day, on a double-decker tour bus, I found myself locked in a passionate moment with a beautiful woman on the upper deck, all while my official girlfriend was napping on the lower level. The woman gently placed her soft hand on my upper body, murmuring sweetly, “See you tonight, love…” And just like that, I was completely captivated.

Summer Willow, an orphan with no memories of her past, struggles to establish an identity for herself. She moves to New York City, where she meets Ryan and falls in love. Later, Ryan betrays her, causing her to lose every bit of hope she ever had in love. As a result, Summer becomes nonchalant, cold, and emotionally closed off. Her life begins to change when she meets Stephen Jones, a handsome billionaire who brings back the spark in her. He makes her believe in love again and helps her regain her lost identity. Little does Summer know that this same identity will become her biggest hindrance. Stephen Jones, a multimillionaire, was on his way to an important appointment when his car crashed into another vehicle that had taken the wrong lane. The accident triggered a strong sense of déjà vu as he rushed out to rescue the victim himself. The moment Stephen saw Summer, the solution to his long-lasting guilt flashed before his eyes. Could she be the girl he has been searching for?

On the day that was supposed to be my wedding—the bride wasn’t me. The ceremony I’d waited for five years for turned into a joke when Valentina, my sister, walked down the marble aisle in a white wedding dress. Her arm was linked with Luca’s — the man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the altar. “I’m sorry, Bianca,” she said softly. “But you are no longer the bride today.” Then she touched her stomach, eyes gleaming with triumph. “I’m pregnant with Don Romano’s child.” Her words detonated inside my skull, and the whole world went silent. As if afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she lifted something glossy up towards the light. A black-and-white ultrasound image. It read clearly: Gestational age — 12 weeks. My eyes burned, tears stinging as I turned to Luca, desperately searching for anything—a denial, an explanation, regret. Instead, he only sighed, weary and resigned. “Bianca, I’m sorry.” he said helplessly. “Valentina doesn’t have much time left. This wedding… it was her last wish.” “I’ll make it up to you,” he added. “We can have another wedding later.” My father, Moretti, stood behind him, wearing the same stern expression he’d worn my entire life. I have never seen him smile at me, not even once. “Bianca,” he said sharply, “Your sister is dying. Let her have this.” My brother nodded without saying a single word, as if that was enough to be a solid answer. All my life, they had chosen her—her tears, her whims, her needs—over mine. Today was no different. Something inside me quietly cracked. Fine. If no one in this family cares about me, I’ll leave.