Turn Into A Wolf

The dominant, ruthless billionaire and a bold yet innocent girl, the opposite poles, are forced into a contract marriage of 1 year. There is only one mutual feeling between them i.e HATRED.What happens when these incompatible souls have to pretend to the outer world that they deeply love each other? Whether the love bloom or the hatred will take its toll? Whether they will realize that they are made for each other or just walk away after the contract ends? That's for you to find out :-) ---------Blurb--------- "If you want me to stay away from other men then you also have to stay away from other girls" the girl declares trying to set herself free from his iron grip. "Ok" she was a little taken aback by his agreement "But" the side of his lip twitched a bit "you have to fulfill all the duties of a wife" She gasps which catch his attention. The hand that was holding her throat moves up and his thumb starts stroking her lips, gently. "BE MINE" he avowed "Completely and dutifully" His words held power and firmness which tremble the girl lying under him, under his mercy. "Every night I want someone to f**k. If not other women then for the coming year, it is going to be you" there was no tint of humor in his voice "Shall we start from tonight? Wifey!" ---------------------------- (Story features Mature)

I'm the Whitefang Pack Alpha's daughter. Thanks to Samzor—Alpha of Nightfang and my so-called betrothed—I got shoved into a mate bond with a limp rogue. He sold out three generations of Nightfang war honors just to make it happen. Dad lost it. He went straight to Nightfang territory, demanding answers. Samzor? He laughed. "Alpha Connor, come on. Nyara's your heir. You'd never let her actually mate a cripple. "I've loved her for seven years. I'd never mistreat her. I just need her to compromise—let Catherine stay with me. "Don't stress. Catherine's obedient. Polite. She'll make a good servant for Nyara." Catherine. A fox-wolf halfblood he dragged in from a border patrol. Scared I'd kick her out the second our bond was sealed, he cooked up this garbage plan to trap me. Only problem? The Alpha King's decree doesn't do take-backs. Mom handled the dowry. I'd go through with the ceremony. Bond to that rogue. After that? Samzor was dead to me.

She was born into the great kingdom of The Millennium Wolf as a princess but was rejected at birth by her parents and siblings because she wasn't blessed with the mark of Odin (Eyes of the Moon Goddess) She was throw into a cliff where a woman beneath the cliff awaits for the dead child. She was soon forgotten by everyone but little did they know that she was Odin.

“If you want me to keep your secret, you have to do one thing for me in exchange,” he said, his lips curled up slightly. “What thing?” Aurora narrowed her eyes, alarmed at the direction of the conversation. “Never never share the same bed with my brother,” he demanded, his alpha dominance rolling off him in waves, making her want to bare her neck for submission. But Aurora straightened her back and challenged him head-on. “Why? I’m his wife,” Aurora stated with a neutral expression on her face. She and her husband were a fake couple, but he didn’t have to know that. The fewer people who knew, the more favorable the situation was to her. “I’m supposed to…” “You are mine!” he released a deep guttural growl. The possessiveness shown in his words and eyes made Aurora both startled and baffled. He stalked to her in calculated steps, his eyes glinting with a deep well of want and desire under the moonlight. Aurora started to retreat cautiously until her back hit a hard wall. In a flash, he was in front of her, his arms resting on the wall beside her head, caging her. He was so close to her. Too close. His lips almost touched hers. A smell mixed of rain and pine forests invaded her nose, making her dizzy. Her wolf perked up. Aurora quickly cleared her senses. “I’m nobody’s woman,” she declared, locking eyes with him. But she quickly regretted it because who wouldn’t lose herself in a pair of deep blue ocean-like eyes on a face carved out by the Moon Goddess herself? “Want a bet?” he smirked, “One day you will be mine.” The audacity of him!

Phoenix is the president of the Wolf's blood Motorcycle club, but he has another name . Well, no one but his vice president. That don’t know that his true name is Sephiroth Demogorgon nor that he’s a Prince of the werewolf’s east packs. He’s supposed to be next in line to be king, but he refuses to be so because he feels he’ll be the same as his father. When he was 16 years old, he ran away to escape the future that scared that he’ll become if he stayed. That was till the day that he runs into a witch name Nakesha Hakambir who turned out to be his mate and his world turns upside down. Nakesha Hakambir is a young witch that was left to the coven of her mother’s coven when she was only 6 years old and was treated like a slave to them. She was beaten and many times starved when she didn’t do all that was needed to be done in the coven house. When she turned 11 years old, she was made to wear a ring cuff onto her left ear to be told it was for her own good because her father had a split personality that led to his downfall. Nakesha had a life where she doesn’t trust anyone, nor does she believe those who tells her that they care about her does. She’s to the point that she believes that sooner or later everyone will leave her. Will Sephiroth be able to show her that not everyone will leave her or will his own demons hurt her more. Please first read "Betrayed by my mate" and "The secret wolf" because this story is the third in the series.

Ingrid was born into a family of werewolf hunters. She was raised to believe that the creatures were nothing more than ruthless killers. Though trained as a hunter, she has never participated in a hunt—until the night her father forces her to join. What should have been a simple mission turns into a nightmare when she is captured by a ruthless Alpha seeking revenge against her family for slaughtering his pack. Locked away with no escape, Ingrid fights to survive by using her training to stay alive. When she finally manages to break free. she thinks she’s won—until the Alpha finds her again. He sinks his fangs into her, expecting the venom to end her life, but Ingrid doesn’t die. The bite should have killed her, but it doesn’t. It changes her. Ingrid soon discovers a horrifying truth: the werewolf bite only turns those who carry the gene. She discovers that her entire life has been a lie. Her family, the people she trusted most, hid the truth from her. Now, she’s no longer the hunter—she’s the hunted. With her own people turning against her and the wolf inside her growing stronger, only one person can help her—the same Alpha who cursed her with this fate. Will their hate for each other blossom into something deeper? or does fate have something else planned?

The world is divided. Tensions between different species and governing hierarchies lead to bleak cities full of crime and distrust. Violence is common and life is hard, even for the seemingly superior Shifters. A Lycan rogue rejected by his own people helps a human woman. Either the best or worst decision in his life. Together, they find that misleading truths have led the world for too long. Together they question age-old traditions and force a new path forward. With the changes in power brewing and questions of equality beginning to rise, the old guard awakens to face this new ideological threat. Will this unlikely pair have the strength to survive in a world that is ever more hostile? Love can do many things, but it cannot bring back the dead.

I came to ruin my ex. I never meant to kneel for his father. I came back to ruin Caleb Vane. I had a plan that was cold, sharp, and merciless. But then I met Malric Vane. The man doesn’t flirt. He commands. One glance and my legs trembled. One word and I was on my knees. He’s the Lycan every wolf fears. The man no one touches. And now I wake up in his bed, spread wide, bite-marked, and dripping for more. He says I wasn’t born…I was made. Made to obey. Made to please him. And the worst part? He’s right. Because every time he calls me good girl, I forget my revenge. I just want to be ruined all over again.

Apparently, the prophecy has been around for a long time before even Alexi's parents were born. It was inevitable that there would be a Vampire who sought total dominance over the mystical beings. His hatred of all species except his own was fueled by his belief that vampires were superior to most mystical creatures. But what he hated most were werewolves. There is a prophecy that mentions a child that will be born in a certain year. Both she and her mate will be gifted with great powers by the Moon Goddess once they are mated. When the Vampire King is overthrown, only then will werekind have a chance to triumph over the vampires. Alexi was so freaked out when she saw herself turning into a White Wolf with a name, Kiki. However, it was weirder to talk to her like a friend...

Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion. However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her. He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave. My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides. ___________________________ “Yes please.” She begs. “Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy. It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric. But I never claimed to be saint. “Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.” “Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.” I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.” Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks. “Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.” “Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads. “Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.” I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”