The Pact Book Three Doctors Novels & Stories

Less than three months after my wife passed away, my sister-in-law started pressuring me to clear out my room. "Look, I'm not trying to kick you out, Graham. Donovan wants to renovate your bedroom. The sooner you pack up, the sooner we can start the work. Besides, you married into the family. Now that Arya is gone, it doesn't make sense for you to keep living with us." My mother-in-law paused mid-bite, pretending not to hear. Donovan Marlowe kept his head down, eating in silence. Seeing I did not respond, she continued, "Don't get me wrong. I'm just worried people will gossip about you." Only then did I look up at her, my tone calm. "Thanks for the concern, Sloane. But I'm not afraid of gossip." After all, the house was registered in my name.

The Nightshade Clan and the Slinter Clan were ancient enemies. Yet Augustine and I, the Prince and Princess of our rival clans, fell in love. We were Mates. Our love was a firestorm, defying all who stood against us. On the day we sealed our blood pact, Augustine held my hand and, with his own blood, made a solemn vow. "If I should ever betray you, may I suffer the agony of a thousand silver daggers to the heart. And may all the power of the Slinter Clan be yours." I looked at him then, my smile so full of happiness it felt like it could light up the night. On our 500th anniversary, Augustine filled an entire city with blood-red roses for me. But all I got was a photo from his human blood slave. In it, she was naked, her skin covered in the marks of a long night of sex. And the hand wrapped around her waist… I knew it instantly. My name was tattooed on the wrist. 【The Prince says he only feels true pleasure when he's fucking me.】 【He took me five times tonight. I'm afraid he won't have anything left for you. Sorry, Princess.】 I didn’t reply. I just quietly took out the blood pact. In seven days, I would hold him to his vow.

“Beg, little mate. Let’s hear how sweet you sound when you’re desperate.” “She won’t beg for you. She’ll crawl to me, just like she should.” “Pathetic. Both of you. She already knows she belongs to me.” Dahlia thought her biggest problem was surviving college with her dignity intact. Blackridge Academy was brutal enough—where dominance and bloodlines meant everything. She already endured the cruel whispers, the “waste of tuition” insults, and a boyfriend who flirted with other girls while she clung to him, desperate not to lose the only affection she thought she had. But her quiet misery ended the night her cheating boyfriend breaks up with her. The searing pain across her chest was more than just fate. It was three mate marks. Knox Rivers — her brother’s best friend, the brilliant Alpha-to-be who can’t stand that his weak, bullied mate is her. Jace Blackmoor — the Lycan King’s golden son, cruel playboy, who laughs at the bond and swears he’ll break her until she kneels. Zayne Lachlan — the hybrid everyone fears, a dangerous artist with hands stained in rumors of blood, who stares at her like she’s his salvation…and his curse. Dahlia becomes the academy’s obsession, the girl with three marks who doesn’t deserve even one. Her boyfriend fears her. The other girls retreat from her. Everyone hates her. And yet… her three mates won’t let anyone else touch her. Not out of love. Out of possession. And possession comes with a price.

Following the success of her two novels, Cela receives an offer for the TV adaptation of her stories but a third story has to be written soon to complete a three-story special. She is not in to the project until she rediscovers the paper bearing the address of the meeting place of her supposed first date with Nate. Now that her mother is no longer around to interfere, she becomes inspired to reunite with him after many years and hopefully write the third novel based on their new story. Unfortunately, he is now about to get married in two months. Disappointed with the turn of events, she decides not to meet him again. She visits their old meeting place and finds it a good place to write but unexpectedly meets him there. They agree not to talk to each other if they meet there again but fate leads them to meet again under different circumstances leaving them no choice but to speak to each other. Suddenly, Nate’s fiancée starts acting weird and suggests that he spend the weekend with Cela while she is away. Although it confuses him, he figures that it is her way of helping him get closure. The two spend one Sunday reminiscing the past expecting a closure in the end but the wonderful moment they share this time only makes it harder to achieve that closure so Cela has to put a stop to it saying, “Please don't think even for a second that there is still something left or something new to explore after everything that happened or did not happen. This is not a novel. This is reality. We don't get sequels or spin-offs in real life. We just continue. We move forward and that's how we get to the ending."

For seven years, Elara has been on the run. Moving every few months, hiding her powerful witch blood, and shielding her younger brother, Orion, has become her miserable existence. The only thing she knows for sure is that her luck is fading. When an anonymous, blood-written note forces her into the fastest escape of her life, she is suddenly abandoned by the one person she swore to protect. Alone and vulnerable, she falls straight into the clutches of the most dangerous, wicked males in the supernatural world. Kaelen, Lysander, and Xavier are the ruthless lords of the Penumbra Syndicate, a Fae, a wolf shifter, and a vampire. They are cursed by an enchantress to find their one true love before a magical hourglass drains the last of its red liquid, condemning them to eternal torment. They are convinced the beautiful witch they’ve captured is the very woman who hexed them. Chained in their opulent mansion, Elara fights for her life even as she’s overwhelmed by a searing, impossible attraction to her three captors. As the clock ticks down, the men must decide: is Elara the wicked enemy who ruined their lives, or the fated soulmate who can finally save them all?

My mate, David Hayes, who is the Alpha, has been cold to me ever since he claimed me as Luna of the pack. He assumes that I gave him a dose of pheromones under the full moon. That was why I got the chance to mate with him and ended up being pregnant so quickly. So, as an Alpha, and for the sake of his reputation, he decides to mark me. That is how I became his "mystery Luna". The pack only knows that he has a Luna, but no one knows it's me. When I gave birth to our pup the next year, he showed no interest in the slightest. When a lupine maid brings the newborn to him, he glances at the pup with disgust and turns away. "Let's hope he's nothing like his mother—scheming, manipulative, and a disgrace to the pack!" I lie in bed, weak and exhausted, but the tears won't stop. … Today, David's childhood friend, Sophia Sinclair, returned to the pack. The moment he heard the news, he lit up with excitement. That night, after coming back from Sophia's place, drunk out of his mind, he pulled our pup into his arms. My son, Joseph Hayes, was over the moon. He snuggled closer to him and whispered to me, "Mom, he hugged me on his own… Does that mean he accepts me now?" I held him tight, tears stinging my eyes. "His mate has come back. We're leaving the pack." What he didn't know was that the healer had already told me I have Wolf Spirit Degeneration, which leaves me only three days to live. Before I die, I'll take Joseph to my parents, where he'll be loved and cared for, and not hated and abandoned by his own father. In three days, David will never see me or our pup again—and for the rest of his life.

"Where I'm I?" I asked myself as I looked around to see I could see any form of life around me. I began walking back, I tried to retrace my steps and go back to the pack, back to Orion, Elijah and Henry. I was a fool to let Liam's words get to me like that. I have heard of what other packs do wolves without packs, mostly females. The warriors at the pack gate had gotten a whiff of my scent; they howled to inform the others that there was an intruder. I kept running, I was so focused on escaping the fangs of my pursuers, that I failed to pay attention to my environment. I tripped on a rock and fell to the ground, I was terrified. The wolves were already over me, I was about to be killed. I heard another howl. The wolf was outnumbered three to one, but he managed to overpower the other three. I saw an opportunity to run and I did. “What is the problem? we would get killed if we stayed there a bit longer!" "Mate, don't let them kill mate." My wolf cried, I was a bit lost. I clearly know that my mate is Liam despite him rejecting me. As the wolves prepared to attack, we heard someone yell; "Enough!!!" The three wolves stopped dead on their tracks. I turned to see that it was a member of their pack, and it seemed that he was the beta of their pack. "Don't fight him, Never in my life would I have killed one of Orion Blackthorn's sons." The beta said as he transformed into a huge brown wolf. "Now, Liam Blackburn, let's dance." Did I just hear Liam? Why did he come to save me?”

When I was young, my uncle and his family had died in a fire to save me, leaving behind only their three-year-old daughter. Thus, she became the most lovable member of our family. Later, she and I were involved in a car accident. As the blood and amniotic fluid mixed together, I clutched my husband's hand and begged him to save me and our children. However, he swatted my hand away and said impatiently, "Don't you realize Alice had hurt her bones?" My mother also scolded me, "Why are you still craving attention at a crucial moment like this? You are so cruel. Do you want Alice to be crippled for the rest of her life?" Just like that, I watched helplessly as they left with all the doctors, leaving me all alone. In the end, I died along with my adorable twin babies. When they heard the news, the ones who despised me most went crazy.

Rhea was nothing—an orphaned omega, forgotten in the shadows of Crescent Shadow Pack. She was bullied, ignored, and born into a world that never wanted her. Her only warmth came from Lyra, the Beta’s radiant daughter—a girl Rhea worshipped like the sun, the one blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Rhea lived for Lyra’s light. Until the Goddess turned her gaze. On her twentieth birthday, Rhea is thrust into the center of a destiny she never asked for—fated mate to the Alpha’s triplet sons. Three brothers, one throne, and a bond that will crown her as Luna. But only one mate can ascend. And the others? They may destroy her before they let her choose. Cassian, the wild heir who once loved Lyra and now hates Rhea for taking her place. Lucian, the perfect firstborn with ambition in his eyes and loyalty that cuts like a blade. Dorian, the soft-spoken charmer with a secret fire and a desperate hunger to matter. As power swells and envy brews, Rhea must rise from the ashes of who she was. The Moon has chosen her, but the pack? They will not kneel easily. Especially not when her bond pushes Lyra—the sun she once lived for—into shadow. Will Lyra accept becoming the shadow or will she come back for the light that was hers? In a world ruled by legacy and ambition, Rhea must decide if she is a girl surviving fate—or a Luna shaping it.

[WARNING: R18, MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE] If you had the power to turn back time, would you use it to save the man you love? [Excerpt] "You cannot escape from me, princess. Your biggest mistake was turning me back to life. Unless you return me to my grave, you will be forever bound to me. That would be your punishment." ********************************************** A Werewolf King who died two years ago was accidentally resurrected by a grieving princess who had the power to turn back time. On the night of her honeymoon, Elisia became a widow because of an accident. Out of her loneliness, she used her power to rewind everything that had happened to her. She successfully turned her husband back to life but to her disappointment, he couldn't remember her. Instead of reuniting with her supposed-to-be-dead husband, she found herself in the hands of Thane Cromwel, the Werewolf King who planned his own death two years ago. She was given three chances to return the king to his grave and if she fails, Thane promised to kill her husband again. Two souls connected by time, divided by fate. Can Elisia control her destiny and stop the man who swore to kill her husband again? Or will she accept the punishment for altering the fate of others? Will she accept who she really was when she uncovered the truth about her identity?