Tote Bag Kanvas

“I’m not a pushover,” I said to Giovanni, for the third time, rage burning through me like wildfire. “I know you’re not, Elara,” he replied quietly. “And your mate knows that too.” I shook my head. “You don’t know what kind of monster he is. Manipulative....Cold... Dangerous.” "That man is a-" I paused as my vision suddenly blurred. The ground swayed beneath me. I dropped to my knees just as Giovanni did. A shadow loomed. Then, darkness, a black bag over my head, and silence. Elara Rossi, omega she-wolf of the dying Open Creek pack is about to be thrown into a world she never imagined existed. After being rejected by the ruthless Alpha Moretti, things get twisted for Elara when deep ancient truths and prophecies are revealed. Can Elara and Sandro find their way to each other to fulfil these prophecies? Can Elara handle the powers yet to unfold?

“Oops, my fingers slipped! These pictures were for someone else but I guess the cats are out of the bag now!” A cold chill ran down my spine as I scrolled through raunchy pictures of my Alpha husband and my sister. Five years of unrivaled love and dedication just for him to sleep with her sister on a stupid business trip. Well two could play that game, she unblocks a number and dials it with her heart in her throat. “One night–that’s all you get, after that we go back to being strangers,” She says, and a soft,dominant voice comes out from the other end. “My chauffeur will be there to pick you by right, wear the gown,” “That gown? Not in your wildest drea–” She's caught off by a new influx of pictures and she chokes her words, “Fine, but I'll need to drink–” “No,” he replied calmly, “I want you to remember everything I'll do to you tonight,” Two weeks later the pack doctor hands her a white envelope, “Congratulations, Luna Alice, you're pregnant!” Alice finds herself thrust into a web of lies of manipulation, caught between two brothers. Will she choose a familiar affection or traverse the plains of foreign passions?

My wife, Charlene Weber, has taken me to the Scumbag Court. If I'm found guilty, all my assets will be taken from me, and I'll face 10 years of imprisonment. Charlene, on the other hand, will get to marry her ideal man—Joel Quinlan—as she wishes. If I'm acquitted of all charges, Charlene will be made to divorce me without alimony. She'll also be cursed with bad luck and disfigured so badly she'll be the ugliest woman in the world. Conversely, I'll be given 10 million dollars in reparations and gain a lifetime's worth of good luck. Everyone is advising me to admit to my mistakes, but only because Charlene has always been a virtuous, devoted wife in their eyes. They think that there must surely be some complicated grievances between us at the moment. However, they are unaware that I've been reborn. This time, I'm going to tear off Charlene's mask of hypocrisy.