Tiptoes Winter Guard Novels & Stories

Accused of murdering her father, Scarlett is forced into slavery and bought by Alpha Lycan Winter Drayonne, he strips her of rank and pride, reducing the daughter of an Alpha to the lowest Omega in his pack. Her new duty is to tend to his heavily pregnant Luna, his child in her belly, and him who now owns her body but will never touch her soul. Following the death of his mate at childbirth, Winter develops a possessive interest in her, dragging her from the shadows of servitude into the blistering heat of his gaze, deciding the only way to silence his ghosts is to tame her. He will make her kneel. He will make her crave. He will make her his, until the only name she remembers is the one he growls against her throat. Caught between an Alpha who would burn the world to possess her and a forbidden ember reigniting with River Kedalf, the silver-eyed Delta who still tastes her name like forbidden wine and would bleed the world dry to free her, Scarlett must decide: kneel as the Omega he craves… or ride with River to seek her revenge against the people that hurt her. In a court where love is a leash and desire draws blood, only the untamed survive.

One winter night at a strip club, their lives intertwine. Twenty four hours later, Jeanine, the girl from the strip club, was getting married to multi millionaire, Aiden. She signed the contract, agreeing to be his wife for only a year. She hated his cold demeanor, his aggressiveness and his nonchalance. She is not his type but she’s his because she’s married to him. All along, he doesn’t know that she's all he ever wanted, she was his.

Donna Sofia Marino's birthday is held on Valentine's Day. When Francesco Rossi, the Underboss of the Costa family, announces the news on behalf of Don Enzo Costa, everyone in the family is very happy. Well, everyone but me. As expected, Francesco is quick to add, "Someone needs to guard the headquarters. Camilla, you'll be the one in charge of this task." "What the Underboss means is that you don't really carry out any missions in your daily life. Besides, you have tons of spare time anyway. This time, you are to guard the headquarters so that you can deal with any emergencies that might arise." I just smirk sarcastically. The truth is, I'm always the one dealing with the most dangerous matters concerning the Costa family. The transactions of the firearms worth hundreds of millions of dollars are successfully carried out thanks to the plan I've spent countless sleepless nights perfecting. When a crossfire breaks out, I'm always on the frontlines, fighting for the family's glory despite getting injured. While I'm given the title as the executive director, I'm never given any actual power. In truth, my standing is lower than that of a soldato. I'm always the one carrying out the hardest, the most menial, not to mention the most dangerous tasks. But every time credit is given, it's never given to me. I've been enduring this injustice for five long years. This time, I no longer want to keep enduring anymore. With a smile on my face, I stand up from my seat. "Alright then, Underboss Rossi. I shall guard the headquarters. But this will be the last time I ever do this. After this task is completed, I will officially leave the Costa family once and for all."

When Jayden Stolt, the Alpha King, is done inspecting the Greyridge pack, he leaves right away. After that, he commands his guards to deliver the Luna Crown and a wedding dress over to the pack. The guard claims that the Alpha King has smelled the scent belonging to his fated mate, and asks us to offer the she-wolf who's meant to become his mate. In the first time loop, Father has delivered Jenna Thornton, my exquisite and gorgeous older sister, to the Alpha King. When Jayden sniffs her scent, he crushes her skull instantly. "You're completely covered in shitty perfume, yet you think you get to become the Luna?" In the second time loop, Father chooses to deliver Malia Thornton, my younger stepsister, who's been foretold to be able to give birth to the strongest pups. Jayden wastes no time in slashing her guts out. "The scent isn't right!" In the third time loop, Father, who has no choice left, can only convince my stepmother, Vanessa Plink, to doll up and meet the Alpha King. Jayden instantly rips Vanessa to shreds. In the time loops after that, the female warriors, the female Omegas, and even the mute she-wolf who's in charge of caring for the horses are delivered to the Alpha King one by one. All of them end up getting slain by Jayden. In the 100th time loop, there aren't any adult she-wolves left in the pack. Only then does Father remember me, a she-wolf without a wolf spirit. "You're the only one left… This must be the correct she-wolf!" Relieved, Father delivers me to the Alpha King. But when Jayden sees me, rage instantly fills his gaze. He crushes all of my bones in my body before throwing my corpse into the woods for the beasts to feed on. "You'd rather die than give my fated mate to me?" In the final timeloop, when the Alpha King's guard shows up with the Luna Crown and the wedding dress once again, Father finally breaks down. He swears to the guard that there aren't any suitable she-wolves remaining in the pack anymore. But the guard just stares Father in the eye. "The Alpha King has already made it clear that his fated mate definitely resides within the Greyridge pack."

“I want to go home,” “You think you can come into my territory without my permission and then decide when you leave?” He said, “That is not possible,” “Please Let me go,” I pleaded. “You are mine now,” ~•^•*•^•*•^•*•^•*•^•*•^•*•^•*•^•*•~ Blue Winter had entered into the most feared and ruthless wolf pack territory with a burning desire for vengeance against those who had taken her father’s life. But what she doesn't know is that she is mated to the Alpha of the pack responsible for her dad’s death.

Bellatrix Fallon has always hated Lycans, even becoming a wolf hunter at eighteen. When a mysterious client offers her a job tied to her parents' strange deaths, she sees a chance for answers. Her mission: spy on the Winter Pack and its Alpha, Alec. It seems simple—until she starts falling for the broken Lycan. As secrets unravel, Bellatrix learns shocking truths about herself and the Lycans, uncovering lies that shaped her life. And then... the prophecy changes everything.

She's a Mafia, She's a Luna, She's a Queen. . . Kara Rogers thought she had died after being betrayed by her loyal guard and killed by her rival in the Mafia world, only to wake up in the Victorian era where she was supposed to marry the infamous, most-feared and supposedly cold-hearted king of Vermont, Alpha Arthur Vermont.

He was unlike anything one of our kind should have been. He was evil! And... he was my father! He had a duty as an Alpha to protect the pack, but it soon became apparent, the pack needed protecting from him! Unable to save our pack, My sister Winter and I had been left with no other option but to run for our lives. We hadn't been able to save our pack from our father... now I had to wonder... were we going to be able to save ourselves?

A king with a secret. A lover he can only touch in darkness. Fourteen days to confess or watch the kingdom burn. Daemon Ashford has ruled Valdris for five years as the Winter King cold, untouchable, a perfect monument to duty. But behind locked doors, he’s someone else entirely. Someone who kneels. Someone who surrenders. Someone who loves Cassian Vale with the kind of desperation that could topple empires. For ten years, they’ve hidden. For ten years, they’ve been careful. But careful isn’t careful enough.

Zara Winters has endured years of torment as the pack's lowest-ranking omega, forced to serve the cruel Alpha triplets she once called friends. Abandoned as a child, she dreams of fleeing the Winter Moon pack forever. But on her 18th birthday, a shocking revelation changes everything - the arrogant brothers are her fated mates. Thrust into a world of pack politics and dangerous secrets, Zara must decide: Can Liam, Ethan and Noah prove themselves worthy of her love and trust? Or will the wounds of the past and the schemes of the present tear them apart