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Right after Ethan and I announced our mating ceremony, his childhood sweetheart from the pack, Sophia, came rushing back. And she flat-out demanded I go through a "bloodline trial." "Someone like you, a wolf outcast, you're definitely up to no good. You have to pass this month-long bloodline trial before our pack will accept your mating!" With Ethan basically giving them the nod, Sophia and her pack betas put me through hell. They deliberately messed with my moonlight alchemy circle, almost tore my mind apart. The backlash from the moon energy tortured me until I almost broke. My body felt like it was being ripped to shreds. They contaminated my sacred water potions. The choking fumes nearly suffocated me. The betas were cruel and vicious. "She's just a lone wolf anyway. If she dies, no pack will back her up." Then, Sophia stole the Moon Goddess sacred artifact my grandma left me—the Moon Alchemy Cauldron. She taunted me, all cocky. "If you've got the guts, try summoning the Moon Goddess's power on the blood moon night to take it back! Otherwise, I'll use your family's crappy old cauldron as a chamber pot!" I’ve had enough. I’m so sick of these ‘trials,’ and there’s no way in hell I’m mating with Ethan.

Lillias, the last living heir of the ancient Scottish wolf royalty, has spent her life under the shadow of duty and tradition. Her lineage carries not only power but also a curse: a prophecy that foretells her bloodline’s eventual downfall if she fails to fulfill her role. But her heart yearns for freedom, and her wolf spirit aches for a mate. When she crosses paths with Alpha Silas—an enigmatic, battle-scarred leader of a powerful rogue pack—their connection is instant and undeniable. But Silas carries his own burdens. His pack was cursed by the Sun God, leaving him haunted by guilt, loss, and a destiny he can’t escape. Bound together by the pull of the Moon Goddess’s will, Lillias and Silas soon realize their fates are interwoven far beyond the bond of mates. They must uncover the secrets of an ancient feud between the Moon Goddess and the Sun God, whose divine quarrels threaten to tear apart not only their union but the very fabric of their world. As old prophecies resurface and enemies emerge from the shadows, Lillias and Silas must decide: will they defy the gods for their love, or will they be pawns in a celestial game they can never hope to win?

The last thing that Mordecai Feyfyre thought would happen was finding out his origins were a lie. After a unfortunate night where he lost his father and was tossed to his long thought dead mother his life changes. Once thought a werewolf, he is now a hellhound. A wolf spirit with the unavoidable destiny of keeping order in the world and highly sought after by the were council. Years later when his mother betrays him, he's forced into the arms of the one person his father trusted - Gideon Krause. A hellhound determined to bring down the council and restore order to their chaotic world. A man with a brutal past that chills their kind to the bone. The biggest thing he didn't expect? Finding his mate. ----------------------------------- BOOK TWO OF SERIES. CAN BE READ AS STANDALONE IF WANTED.

BOOK ONE: TURNING SERIES After a supposed one-night stand, Rozeta is in a dilemma after she finds a bite mark on her neck which turned out to be from the stranger she shared the night with. At first, thought to be a hickey, she starts to experience psychological and physical changes after it surprisingly vanished, gaining an entity that is revealed to be a spirit wolf. Through all of that, she gets caught in the middle of a political difference in an extraordinary world that she never knew existed, forming a bond with the stranger who bit her in the first place...

The rules of the fallen are simple . Ten days. Ten days, you live without sin and you will be accepted back into heaven. It's just ten days, it shouldn't be that hard. Until the rules became applicable to fragile, innocent Azaliah who after an ambush, was thrown out of heaven by mistake and began her transition into a human. With her newly found emotions all over the place, the human family she lived with, a low ranked angel who swore to protect her, a mark on her shoulder that is a beacon for the darkness that ruled the earth and her romantic feelings for the mysterious demon who helped her stay alive in exchange for his freedom, ten days suddenly felt like ten years. And with that came an epic battle for her soul as two ancient spirits came after her when the celestial world finds out that she is the weapon that can kill man and spirit's greatest enemy, Lucifer.

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

"Alpha Mike, You shattered my heart on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, leaving me with nothing but a broken spirit and shattered dreams. I will make you pay three times over for every ounce of pain you inflicted upon me. I will not rest until I've drained you of every last penny, every last shred of dignity and pride until you become nothing but a mockery. And I will expose your darkest secrets to the world!" Tears streamed down her face as she relived the betrayal of her to-be husband and her best friend on her wedding day. She had been carrying his child, but she lost it due to the stress and trauma of that day, Disowned and banned from the pack by her father. After two years of being in coma she woke up and had been consumed by nothing but one emotion: revenge. But fate had other plans for her, as she stumbled upon Alpha Brendon her true mate, a fierce and powerful mafia boss who offered to help her exact her revenge with a condition. Despite her initial hesitation, she found herself drawn to him. A true partner in crime and a confidant who understood her pain. Would she let herself fall in love again, or would the desire for revenge consume her completely? But one thing was for sure - Alpha Mike would regret the day he ever crossed her!

The cold seawater engulfs me, its relentless pull dragging me into the abyss. I kick desperately, my lungs burning, but the surface drifts farther and farther away. "Save me, Kane… save our child…" Pain lances through my body as I clutch my stomach, shielding the fragile life within me. The child I never thought I'd have, the child who was supposed to be our blessing. Through the watery haze, I see Kane Porter standing on the jagged cliffs above the shore. His tall, commanding figure is framed by the moonlight, his golden eyes burning with hatred. The alpha of the Nightfall Pack, the man who once whispered my name with reverence, now looks at me like I'm filth beneath his feet. His voice cuts through the roaring waves, sharp and merciless. "Don't think I don't know what you've done, Selene." The currents tug me deeper. My strength wanes, but his words stab deeper than the water ever could. "You drugged me with a philter, hoping to make me mark you—hoping to force your way into the position of my Luna. Because of your selfishness, Arya is gone. You destroyed her mind, pushed her into madness!" A shadow of despair twists across his face, but it vanishes beneath pure fury. "She fell from that cliff because of you." I shake my head, but I can’t speak. The sea is swallowing my voice. "Do you know what it’s like to wake up every day in torment? To live knowing the woman I loved died because of you?" His eyes glint like a wolf ready to tear out his prey's throat. "I want you to feel every ounce of that pain. I want you and your cursed child to die with her." The waves crash above me, and darkness claws at the edges of my vision. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day Kane's philter takes effect. He approaches me, his face flushed and his breathing rapid. He's already undone his buttons. "Hang on, Kane. Arya will be here soon!" I back away and open the door behind me. Then, I run off.

In my eighth year of simping for Darcy Lemche, I finally got a chance to become his Luna. That night, standing by Spirit Fall in Dusk Forest, he took off the wolf-tooth necklace he'd worn for years and casually tossed it into the deep pool. “Ginger, jump in and retrieve it, and I'll make you my Luna someday soon.” He knew perfectly well that I couldn't swim—and that jumping in could kill me. But he thought I was simping for him just because he was the heir to the Alpha King. He believed I wouldn't jump, because surely, to me, life meant more than love. But I jumped. For the first time ever, he lost his temper in public. “Ginger, you're insane! Why did you do it? Don't ever do that again!” From that moment on, he began treating me like his Luna. He even declared to the pack that only I could ever be his mate. He truly believed I was his fated one. But what he didn't realize was—my heart had already died the moment I jumped into that pool. That night, I saw the truth clearly: how little I truly meant to him back then. I was just a game, a test. And even when I passed it, it didn't feel like love. It felt like pity... or guilt. While he was planning our bonding ceremony, thinking he could finally make me his Luna, I suddenly said: “Darcy Lemche, I'm rejecting you as my mate.” He was stunned—completely blindsided. He had never imagined that the she-wolf who once loved him more than life itself would walk away. It was well known in the pack how deeply I loved him. But until that very day, I finally realized—I didn't love him anymore. So I turned away in front of everyone, without a single word. No matter how he begged or pleaded, I walked away without hesitation.

I fell in love with the nanny's son. After boldly pursuing him, he reluctantly agreed to marry me. But I never expected his young lover to storm into my home like a madwoman, prying my mouth open to pour scalding water down my throat, pressing me into a sink full of dirty water, and finally pushing me down the stairs. My husband stood by my hospital bed, looking at my broken body with disdain. "Irene, every moment with you makes me sick," he spat, barely able to hide his impatience for my death. Yet, when I finally died, he sobbed uncontrollably in public, playing the role of the devoted, heartbroken husband. "Irene, don't leave me! You have no idea how much I wanted to die with you!" At that, I spoke softly from behind him. "Is that so?"