Novel & Cerita Warp In Trouble

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

And in that silence I looked at Austin, seated beside me at the war council table for the first time, and I thought, "five packs just declared war on one Omega who they are terrified of." They should be.

That way, you won't have to worry about Kerrigan even if you get intimate with me. From what I could see, she seemed to be telling the truth. My resolve was shaken. If things were as she said, me getting intimate with Shanine wouldn't matter much. As if reading my thoughts, she slowly traced circles around my groin with her finger. It made me stiffen up and want nothing more than to pin her to the ground right there and then. "Mr. Turner, stop fighting it. You're already incredibly hard. Let me help you release that tension, okay?"

If only people knew the truth—we'd be fucked. Right now, the Crimson Reapers are fractured. We're supposed to be a brotherhood, and I can't even trust my own vice president. "What did you really ask me out here for?" War asks, setting his glass down. I exhale sharply. "I need a favor." His smirk deepens. "Haven't I done enough of those lately?" "This one's different. I'll owe you big." War raises a brow, clearly intrigued. "I'm listening."

"Cough cough!" Sharon choked on her own saliva. Her son was only five years old, but he was already so sharp! Chris's handsome face turned bright red. The atmosphere was extremely awkward. "James, don't talk nonsense, even if I were a homewrecker, I'd still be a good one," Chris said hastily. The little guy blinked, looking confused. "Are there good and bad homewreckers?" Sharon shot Chris a glare. "No, homewreckers are all bad!"

No one refused the crown and remained invisible. The moment her name left her lips, Eden Briar ceased to be a ghost. She would have to face her brother. Find out how he survived the war. Why he never came back. Why she was left to fend for herself in the ashes. Her throat tightened. The old porcelain tub behind her creaked as she turned the tap. She ran a bath—too hot at first, then cooler, until it was just right. Water poured in. Outside, the street below buzzed with life—laughter, clinking glasses, children shouting, merchants closing their stalls. The familiar rhythm of the quarter beating on without her.

Something inside me had changed… something was broken. This wasn’t normal. It wasn’t just grief. It was something deeper. It felt like my wolf and I were no longer one. The bond that once united us was tearing at the seams. We were battling each other, every second, every breath. He was wild and angry, hurt, and utterly lost. I couldn’t calm him, couldn’t reason with him. And worst of all, I had no control over him anymore. Before I could gather my thoughts or try to force him back down, my body moved on instinct. My paws slammed against the marble floor, claws screeching as I launched forward. I burst through the front doors of the pack house, shattering the quiet of nature.

It had only been two nights, but already the place felt less like a hideout and more like a slow, sprawling trap. His phone had two bars, barely. Still, when it rang, he answered before the second buzz. Harlow. “Took you long enough.” Her voice cut sharp. “Took you long enough to almost ruin your life.” “I thought we were past that.” “We’re not past anything, Riven. Your dick is still trending.” He leaned back against the wooden post, lips tugging into a smirk. “So it’s true what they say. Bad press is still press.” “This isn’t press. It’s war.”