Romans & histoires Unanswered

This is a dark story with many upsetting themes and triggers. At first, Corinna ran, not from love, but from the crushing weight of her birthright, the terror of a fated bond she wasn’t ready to accept, and the scars of PTSD that still whispered her ex would one day find them. Though Wyatt knows she is alive, fear keeps her silent and distant. After months in near-total isolation, healing beside someone who once knew her mother, she finally finds the courage to reach out. For Wyatt, those months are a special kind of torture. Knowing his mate lives but refuses to answer him is almost worse than not knowing at all. He holds his pack together while unanswered calls and unreturned messages slowly break him. When Corinna finally makes contact, the end of the silence gives him and his allies the strength to begin pushing back against the ruthless Council. As time passes, Corinna cautiously lowers her defenses around Wyatt, allowing herself to see what a true mate bond and a real family are meant to be. But just as it seems safe for her to step out of hiding, Alpha Xander and the Council discover the Sanctuary and launch a brutal attack, forcing Wyatt to hide her once more. When Wyatt uncovers the Council’s darkest secret, victory seems within reach until Xander slips away and finds Corinna first. Alone and powerless, she faces him at the worst possible moment, with Wyatt arriving too late. Xander believes he has finally won. He has no idea he has crossed a line that will awaken something unstoppable. Now the question remains: can Corinna pull Wyatt back from the edge and end Xander’s reign of terror once and for all?

Carmelle grew up carrying nothing but unanswered questions—sino siya talaga, bakit siya iniwan, at bakit ang pagmamahal na dapat ay para sa kanya ay palaging malayo, parang hindi niya kailanman maaabot. Abandoned by her family’s nanny right after she was born, kinuha siya at itinago, para si Morgana—ang anak ng yaya—ang mabigyan ng mas magandang buhay. Buhay na dapat sana ay kay Carmelle. Labing-walong taon ang lumipas, natagpuan siya ng tunay niyang pamilya. Pero imbes na yakap at pag-asa, malamig na tingin, paghahambing, at walang katapusang paboritismo ang sumalubong sa kaniya. Sa mata nila, she was never the daughter they lost—she was an intruder. Isang estranghero sa sarili niyang dugo. Si Morgana, ang adopted daughter na pinalaki nila, ang naging golden child. Palaging tama. Palaging pinaniniwalaan kahit walang ebidensya. Palaging pinipili, kahit mali na. At si Carmelle? Kahit anong gawin niya, palagi siyang mali. Laging siya ang sisi. Mga kasalanang hindi niya ginawa, sa kanya isinisi. Mga gulong hindi niya sinimulan, sa kanya ibinato. Hanggang pati si Anton—ang fiancé niya, ang taong akala niya kakampi niya ay unti-unting lumayo at naniwala sa kasinungalingan. Hanggang isang araw, unti-unting lumabas ang katotohanan. Lahat ng sakit, paninira, at paratang na ibinato kay Carmelle… si Morgana pala ang nasa likod. Hanggang kailan niya kakayanin ang mundong paulit-ulit siyang sinasaktan? Kakayanin pa ba niyang magpatawad kung ang puso niya ay unti-unti nang nagiging bato?

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.