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Four months before my mating ceremony with Alpha Marcus, his mother pulled me aside with that familiar look of disdain. "You're just a common Omega who don't understand proper pack etiquette. How can you possibly stand beside my son as Luna?" Her solution? Ship me off to some specialized Luna training academy to learn "proper manners." Marcus wrapped his arms around me that night, his breath warm against my ear. "It's all for our future, Sylvia. Trust me." My heart melted. Of course I trusted him. I would have done anything for him. I never imagined that the so-called Luna Etiquette Academy was nothing but a torture chamber designed to break female wolves. Four months of hell. Four months of having twisted ideologies beaten into me: "Lunas must submit to Alphas." Question anything, and silver whips would tear your skin apart. I lost my ability to shift completely. When I finally escaped that nightmare, I discovered the horrifying truth. Marcus hadn't sent me there to better myself. He'd sent me there to get me out of the way—so I couldn't interfere with his childhood sweetheart Victoria's mating ceremony. But when I exposed the academy's brutal reality at that very ceremony, when Marcus finally learned what he'd put me through, the powerful Alpha completely lost his mind.

The day my wife gave birth to my foster brother's child, my entire family waited tensely outside the delivery room. They were not concerned about whether Sheila Rogers would make it through labor safely. They were worried I might turn up and make a scene. My mother kept glancing at the elevator. "He won't try to come up the stairs, will he?" My father was on the phone with hospital security again and again. "Yes, about six foot three. Have you seen him?" My brother stayed coiled and ready, fists clenched. "If my brother causes trouble, I'll lay down my life to protect Sheila and my son." However, from the start of labor to the moment Sheila delivered safely and both mother and child were declared healthy, I never showed up. Reclining on the hospital bed, Sheila took out her phone and asked my mother to call me. "Tell Hank not to cause any trouble," she said calmly. "If he's willing to be the child's godfather, we can still live our lives together." She felt absolutely no guilt toward me. From her perspective, she had merely granted my parents their long-standing wish for a grandchild. What fault could there possibly be in that? What no one knew was that I had never planned to go to the hospital. At that very moment, I was training beneath the scorching sun. All for a single reason: in one month, I would deploy with my unit to Safrana on a peacekeeping mission. Once I left, there would be little chance of ever coming back.

On the night she was meant to become Luna, Althea was publicly rejected by her fated mate. Cast aside by Alpha Lucien and exiled from the only pack she had ever known, she was left broken, humiliated, and marked as unwanted. But rejection did not destroy her. It awakened her. Taken in by the rival Nightfall Pack, Althea begins rebuilding herself in silence—training harder, growing stronger, refusing to let betrayal define her. Yet strange things begin to happen. Ancient wards react to her presence. A forgotten moonstone pulses beneath the keep. And when she sleeps, she hears whispers… thoughts that do not belong to her. Althea can read minds. What she doesn’t know is that her bloodline was erased centuries ago—wiped from history after a royal betrayal that shattered the balance of the werewolf world. The Moon Goddess has not forgotten. And now, the scales are shifting. As her hidden power awakens, so does something else. The broken mate bond she thought was dead begins to stir. Lucien feels it. Across territories and pride, he senses her transformation—and regret begins to consume him. The girl he cast aside is no longer weak. She is becoming dangerous. But Althea is no one’s pawn. Not fate’s. Not the Goddess’s. And certainly not the Alpha who rejected her. With rival packs watching, ancient secrets resurfacing, and two powerful Alphas drawn to her rising strength, Althea must decide who she will become: The rejected Luna… Or the royal wolf the world tried to erase.

In the World of Creatures, we know that the stronger leader of the werewolves was an Alpha. An Alpha to lead a pack of wolves. It is not unknown to the existence of Amaia Elisse that she is a strange creature, called werewolves. But at the age of ten, she lost her memory and the only thing left in her was her name, what kind of creature she was, and the fury at the highest level of the Wolves; the Death Phoenix Moon Pack and its other Pack Around Asia. She was helped by a mortal man who was having an enrage anger with the Werewolves, especially the Alpha King. She raised, Amaia like her own daughter, Educate her and Engaged with training to be strong. For when the time comes she will retaliate. What if a She-wolf challenges a Well-Known and Powerful Alpha to get the throne of being a leader? She grew up having resentment in her heart. She has no mercy towards eviL . And, her only goal was to take revenge and take the throne of the Alpha King, rip his head in front of his pack. Will she succeed in taking revenge on her perceived opponent? Can he usurp the throne? What if your considered opponent to be was your fated beloved? Can you fight him? What if you just found out the truth and your memories came back? Can you still handle the words you left, that you stamped on your heart? “I will bring the hell on your World. I will make you taste my wrath. I will kill them all and No one can stop me from my revenge. I will rip your flesh. Neither Love nor Mercy can stop me. Because I am your greatest nightmare and I am Death. - Amaia(Death)

My Alpha mother had a mark burned into my heart, a Submission Mark, all to guarantee I'd claim first place at the Ascension Trials. The mark was simple in its cruelty: whenever my heartbeat dipped below the intensity of combat training, it would scorch the flesh around my heart. No drifting off. No rest. Not even an extra breath during sparring. When I passed out from exhaustion, she'd pull out an iron whip soaked in silver solution and lash it across my hands. She called it "awakening the wolf's instincts." "You're a she-wolf. If you fail, you become the lowest thing in this pack and every male wolf will have the right to walk all over you." "Every drop of blood you shed is a stepping stone to the top." "Iron doesn't become a blade without fire. I've already begged the Moon Goddess for her blessing. Why can't you just push harder?" Today was the first round of the Ascension Trials on the pack's sacred calendar. I was the first contestant to break out of the underground arena, and instantly the pack's Record Keepers swarmed around me. My mother stood just outside the arena. Flush with pride, she triggered the Submission Mark and pushed my combat reflexes to the absolute limit of my wolf form. "Look at my daughter move, like she has Moon Goddess guidance. All thanks to my one-of-a-kind Branding Enhancement technique." But Mom... two days before the Trials started... Your mark, running at full power, burned my heart to nothing and stopped it cold. What more could you possibly want?

I slid under his arms, seeking a safe place to catch my breath. I noticed a playful smile on his lips, but I chose to ignore it. "Will the transformation hurt?" I lowered my gaze and whispered. "First, your bones start to break, sending you to the ground," his eyes were closed. "Then, thick fur will grow all over your body. The limb stretching, I think that's the most thrilling part of the pain." The Alpha teased with a flicker of his tongue before continuing. "Next comes the shortening of the snout and the development of sharp claws and fangs." "Will I become irrational?" I covered my mouth, trying to control the knot that had formed in my throat. "How do you control it?" Laughing, he had already reached me and pulled me close, digging his claws not too deeply into my hip, causing a painful moan. "It takes strength, training, and having the goddess on your side, human..." He withdrew his claws, leaving only a long scratch, and returned to my chin, scratching it and collecting a drop of blood. He licked it and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be here throughout your trial..." "To make sure I die?" With tears in my eyes, I took a few more steps towards his dangerous game, realizing that his breathing was slightly heavier. "You remind me a lot of her," he murmured, pressing his forehead against mine. "To ensure your transformation doesn't get out of control and to witness the deity's choice." With more pressure on my forehead, he forced me to take a few steps back in pain.

BLURB: In a shadowed world ruled by ancient wolf packs, power is carried in blood and sealed by bonds. Nalani has always fought to belong. Fierce, stubborn, and unbreakable, she carves her path as a warrior, refusing to bow to anyone’s expectations. But beneath her fire burns a truth she never imagined: her blood is silver. Her lineage is Lynix… a near-extinct breed immune to silver and bound to a prophecy that could shatter or save every kingdom. Heartbroken and rejected by her childhood crush, she buries her pain in relentless training, determined to rise above everyone. Then the mate bond awakens. Not once. Twice. Caspian and Kieran are twin alphas… brothers by birth, enemies by choice. One is brooding and unyielding, a wall of quiet control. The other is charming and reckless, a storm hiding behind a smirk. Both are hers… fated, possessive, and caught between the hatred that divides them and the pull that binds them to her. The bond is electric, consuming, impossible to ignore. They cannot share without tearing each other apart. Yet neither can let her go. As the tournament nears and danger circles closer… anonymous threats, shadowy figures, Nalani must face the family she thought she knew, the mates who both claim her soul, and the power she never wanted. She can run. She can fight. She can deny the bond that burns through her veins. But the moon does not bargain. In a world where love can heal or destroy, where twin alphas must share what they once fought to possess, and where a single drop of silver blood could bring ruin or redemption, Nalani will have to choose: embrace the Lynix within her and risk everything, or reject it and lose the only thing that has ever felt like home.

Lilly Riverwood, daughter of Alpha Mick and Luna Harmony, lives in the shadow of her brother Luka, the heir to the Riverwood werewolf pack. Unlike most Alpha offspring, Lilly isn't power-hungry or interested in pack politics. She's a talented violinist who has gained fame in both human and werewolf societies worldwide. Standing tall at 5'9", Lilly is unusually tall for a she-wolf. She finds herself constantly avoiding her brother's overprotective nature and the scheming she-wolves who try to befriend her solely to get closer to Luka. While her brother enjoys popularity as the Alpha heir and football team captain, Lilly prefers a quieter life focused on her violin, studies, and helping at the pack's preschool. Under her mother's guidance, Lilly has been training to become a future Luna, as her mother believes she's destined to mate with an Alpha from another pack. The only thing Lilly truly does for herself is playing the violin, having no genuine friends except Emma, Rachel, and Mia. Lilly's routine is disrupted when a mysterious new Alpha heir named Axel Blackthorn joins her Advanced Music Theory class. After she performs a violin piece that captivates the class, Axel approaches her and shows interest, kissing her hand in front of everyone. This unexpected gesture sends the school's rumor mill into overdrive. When confronted by Kendra, the self-proclaimed future Luna of the Riverwood Pack, and her posse about Axel's attention, Lilly finally snaps and declares that, unlike them, she doesn't aspire to be someone's Luna—she just wants to be left alone with her violin and her music.

Diego has everything; he is a strong alpha leading one of the strongest packs on the continent, and he has a family that loves him unconditionally. However, no matter how many reasons he has, that unfortunate night never lets him be happy. He has tried to drown himself in work and exhaust himself in training to the extent that he was unable to move, but the pain he feels whenever glimpses of "that night" appear are the most agonizing moments of his life. To the world, he is "the hidden alpha," "the ruthless alpha," "the cruel alpha," but no one knows the truth behind those tags except his "addy" and her mate, "Ryan." Diego has a secret that he is unwilling to accept, and he will not reveal it to anyone, not even his mate (whom he has not found yet). Addy believes that once he finds his mate, his wounds will heal themselves automatically, but Diego dreads that moment because he knows that the fire burning inside him is enough to burn anyone who comes close to him. Arya is running...where? She doesn't know. She is running away from her past, her family, her reality, and her undeniable truth no matter how hard she tries. She has been running for five years now, and so far, she has even succeeded in getting away from their clutches, but she can't shake off the feeling that this will not be the case for much longer. However, there is one thing she is sure about: if she ever faces the situation where she is forced to live the life she lived for the first eighteen years of her life, she will kill herself. What will happen when fate throws these two broken souls together? Will their unhealed wounds ever heal?

After I was reborn into the World Cup training camp locker room, the first thing I did was not train harder, but quietly watch the head coach running around the room with his phone in hand. "TactiGenie says it pulls from the world's largest database! If we follow the Invincible Spiral tactic it generates, we'll definitely win this World Cup! We'll win every match by a huge margin!" In my previous life, I had objected, saying, "TactiGenie doesn't understand football at all." The captain immediately slapped me across the face. "Don't talk nonsense. Do you think you know more than TactiGenie? Or more than the coaching staff?" In that life, Team Libertas conceded a total of 16 goals across three group-stage matches. The head coach cried in front of the cameras and said, "If it weren't for Christian's words before the match shaking the team's morale, we would never have ended up like this." After a public vote of 30 million people, I was named the person most responsible for the national team's elimination. I received 50 million hateful messages, and in the end, I couldn't take it anymore and jumped from the 23rd floor. This time, when the coach pulled out the TactiGenie tactics board with its AI watermark and win-probability curve, I just smiled and gave him a thumbs-up. "Coach Hudson, this tactic is amazing. I'd really love to play." Then I lowered my head and sent a message to the team doctor. "Theodore, my old Achilles injury is acting up again. Please help me get a medical certificate."