Three Angels Message

Elisa, an orphaned omega, no longer believes in love because her mate, the pack's leader, cheated on her. She only wanted to live her life alone, not wanting to share the mate bond with anyone. However, the moon goddess had other plans for her, and she discovered that she has three mates. Her three mates, who were Alphas of various packs, added to the tension. domineering, controlling, and intrusive—yet insanely attractive. What happens when she lives under the same roof with all three of them?

My family has always considered me a harbinger of misfortune. It's all because I can see a countdown to my relatives' deaths. I tell them when my grandfather, father, and mother will die. It all comes true due to various accidents. My three brothers hate me to the core because they think I cursed my parents and grandfather. My mother actually dies after giving birth to my younger sister, but my brothers dote on her to no end. They say she's their lucky star because everything goes well for the family after she's born. But didn't Mom die while giving birth to her? On my 18th birthday, I see my death countdown when I look at myself in the mirror. I buy an urn I like and prepare a meal. I want to have one last meal with my brothers, but none of them show up even when the timer hits zero…

Three mates. One obsession. A past that refuses to be forgotten. On the night of her mating ceremony, Emilia lost everything, her fated mate, her future, and her life. Betrayed by the one person she trusted most, she died with a broken heart. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Reborn with a second chance, Emilia returns stronger… and this time, she’s not just fated to one Alpha, but three. The MoonClaw triplets fierce, possessive, and deeply in love with her. Just when happiness feels within reach, her past life crashes into the present along with Xavier, her former step brother turned deadly stalker. He remembers everything… and he’s willing to destroy anyone to make Emilia his.

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

For three years, we held a wedding in name only—my husband, Kit Rutgers, a pilot, canceled our marriage registration eighteen times. The first time, his female trainee, Katy Ferguson, had a test flight. I waited outside the county clerk’s office the whole day. The second time, he got a call from her mid-drive, made a sharp U-turn, and left me standing on the side of the road. After that, every time we planned to make it official, some crisis with Katy mysteriously arose. Eventually, I chose to walk away. But the moment I boarded a plane to Solara, he lost his mind—and chased me there.

My wife was a surgeon. She saved plenty of lives in her career. However, the only person she failed to save was me. When I was involved in an accident with her long-time crush, she immediately saved him instead. I had been dead for three months, and that was when she realized the person who had been messaging her during this time was not me and started to panic.

Hands. So many hands. They're everywhere, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, tangling in my hair. I can't see their faces, but I don't need to. I feel them. Three of them, surrounding me, claiming me. One behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot against my neck. Another in front, his mouth trailing fire down my throat. The third watching, waiting, his presence a dark promise.* "You're ours," one of them growls, and the sound vibrates through my entire body.

Aaliyah: I used to have a perfect life. The kind of life girls my age dream of having. I was the only child of Alpha Ethan, Of Wild Crest Pack. I had the sweetest best friend, Shelly. And I was admired by our pack. But on the carnival night, I lost my father to the invasion of the Night Walker Pack's army, and weeks later, my best friend forgot I existed. I got almost raped and then sold to Night Walker Pack. There, I met the three Alpha Triplets, and I knew my life would never go back to what it used to be like… Hector: She was the only girl who ever talked back to me. The only girl who wasn't scared of calling me out on my shit. The only girl who broke through my walls and warmed my cold heart. I guess that's why I fell hard for her… Hudson: I never believed in equality. I was a fucking misogynist and a sadist. It was fun, not until I got smacked hard on the face. And then, the pain seeped into my body and stirred up emotions I never knew I could feel… Hunter: Nah, she's feisty, alright? And it was the most charming thing I've ever seen. Taunting her was fun until I found myself craving to do more to her. Then I realized she just might be my only kryptonite. ************************************** Three Alpha brothers. One female Slave. Not the greatest match, especially with the rivalry lying between the brothers. But what would Aaliyah's ultimate decision be? Stay with them, love them, fix them, be their surrogate, or take revenge for her pack?

My mom is critically ill. Before she passes away, she wants to see me married. It takes 27 days of pleading before my boyfriend, Kyle Grayson, says yes. I wait at the city hall until the doors close, but he never shows up. That same day, his childhood sweetheart, Ruby Callahan, posts their marriage certificate online. "Time flies. Three days more and we'll be a month in." Only then does it hit me. The very first day I begged, Kyle was already Ruby's husband. Right then, a text from Kyle lights up my phone. "Holly, Ruby's family was pushing her into marriage. I couldn't stand by and watch her marry just anyone and ruin her life. We'll be divorced in three days. I'll marry you then." Three days later, he shows up at the city hall in a suit. But all he gets is a text from me. "Goodbye for good, Kyle."

I, Anastasia Lancroft, was promised power—then thrown to the wolves. My fiancé betrayed me for a stronger alliance. My father chose his new wife over his own daughter. And I was left with nothing but rage. So I made a choice. The Bastorin. A school for the cruel, the cunning, the next kings of the underworld. I came here for one reason—survival. Instead, I found him: Alexei Vasiliev, the dangerously magnetic ruler of this academy. His gaze pins me. His presence devours me. And he’s not the only one. My stepbrothers are here too—Nathaniel and Gabriel. Cruel. Possessive. Hungry for my downfall. Three men. Three predators. And I’m the prey they refuse to share. Now, I’m the prize in their twisted game— where every glance burns, every threat tempts, and every night drags me closer to surrender. This isn’t a love story. It’s a war for dominance. And I’m the one they all want to claim.